poem...
Looking Through
This mask covers, cold
Upon the skin it rests, frozen
and I see through it,
as your words bleed upon it
This is my protection
But it’s not who I am
I see your face, afar
Pulling away from my hands
I look into your eyes…
As your silence means so much
Now my mask turns to ash
and this persona with it
I fear the revelation
As this lay bare, with intention
I look into your eyes…
As you’re still so silent now
Can I see myself as you do,
without this mask I have lived through?
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