See this pattern falling, rising
Hear these words, though not surprising
All our future, we’re surmising
is our true selves much disguising
In these hallways of invention
sinews stretched with patient tension
Find the lies we could not mention
hold us now in sweet suspension
Tell the truth now, do you see it
Faced with honesty, we flee it?
So I think you must agree, it
proves should you still want it, be it.
Still to masks we are returning
To the bitter truths we’re learning
And forever for our yearning
hide within them, lost and burning.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Thank you so much – that is so generous of you!
This is beautiful. 🙂
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Wow. Amazing. You have such talent, Helen. You are blessed!
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Reblogged this on poemtherapyproject and commented:
This poem made me think, “What mask am I hiding within?” So many of us have become one with our mask, lost, not remembering who we truly are anymore. This poem gave me pause and I now ponder… I hope it makes you think as well.