It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,
Your Spirit seeks the world with penetrating eyes,
An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance,
A vanity inside abiding, and nonetheless
Fragmented consumed exhibits –
Pieces as shattered glass,
Dusted with suffering in twinkling’s time,
Whirling with frenzy, becoming a cavort
With mere thoughts of an empty heart-
Seeking out an eternity of dual hearts
Winged hand-in-hand evoking beauty,
A joyful dawn, a gem of love,
And mystery given by hours of a gentle work;
Your guarded soul knowing each mask which
Stands wishing and seeking the selfsame,
Poses evolving and amassing little understanding,
Statutes unfair do never-rest,
Simply leads to bareness far and wide;
Prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask,
Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,
Disrobe the mask you wear and sanctioned,
Mark your love and tranquility for a time to come,
Allow your soul to breathe unleashed;
Why wear that mask you display?
We all wear masks, I think. I am just now learning that I can set them aside – and it feels free!
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Kathleen, thank you so much for taking a look at my blog and for the follow! This poem is so inspiring. I’m glad to have come across this blog. I’ll surely keep coming back to read your future posts! Looking forward to it. 🙂
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Eva, thank you so much for your wonderful comment and I will certainly be visiting your blog also!! 🙂
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You’re very welcome! 🙂
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