ARE YOU WEARING A MASK?
by: Linda Law
Everyday that I awake
I stare in the mirror at the face that looks at me
She should be fresh and ready to face the day
No one can know the pain and struggles
It's not her way.. It's not to be seen by you
Or any that she passed or will brush against
The motions are routine, scrub and shower
The hurt and pains away, scrub too hard it seems
Some days it almost bleeds, resembles her heart
The face is getting older, the lines begin to set
Character is what some call them, ugly is the truth
Tired and withering, the veins begin to surface
dusting and covering will soon not be the answer
She takes another look and wants to cry, yet....
laugher takes its place....then a wide smile
stares back, as she zips the mask in place
Goes to work, goes to classes, errands round
up through the hours, stops to hug or pray
whoever happens to be in need, she knows it
through their eyes, through their movements
She wears her mask like it is made just for her
No one would guess it slips at times, and needs
some slight adjusting...she guesses it's just rusting
Arrives at her safe place, and before the shoes, the bra, the fancy dress, the hair barette is dropped
She unzips....unzips....unzips.....
Whew...the mask is off, and now she can breathe
Without caring that the smile may be glued in
place, therefore she can let the tears fall or laugh
maybe even cry, no one can see, just her and God
She wonders about the less fortunate; will they eat
Will they have shelter, will they be safe?
She wonders why her children do not call or care
She wishes she could give the world the world
No one would guess, she knows how to play the game
A lifetime of playing hide and seek, you can't
find me.... Sometimes, she can't find her either
Then she wonders if she is the only one who
wears a mask.... Can there be others who live life
smiling and being good while never knowing for
themselves...if they will be allright, if they will get
sick, if there will be someone to hold them...
When she faces each day, sunny, rainy, even cold
ones....is the face that she sees, really the face
or is it just the mask that they wear so well?
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Regis
Love your new picture..uh-oh your mask slipped, revealing a very kind,caring, truthful and beautiful soul! This writing describes the many persons injured by acts from others, and the MASK, our protective cover we wear to please others.
Love to you, and wherever you found your mask, send me one too! Yours is a mask of love for others, caring for the less, and shining for everyone! Now I know why your book carries such wonderful writings!
Christine
Aberjhani
mirrors as much as possible... lol but you
know those wrinkles, those lines tell the tale...
it is about character... you've got that, for sure.
Superbly penned, and I totally agree with Karen - you're absolutely beautiful!!
Hugs,
Lance
Fee
Love and hugs,
George C.
talking from experience that is on behalf of some
so call friends, that turned out to be what they did not seem to be
an excellent write Linda
Love & peace be with you
William
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
"She wishes she could give the world the world" -- And that is a heart-sick problem because the world sometimes seems to be a montage of 6.5 billion masked spitits, all of them writing the same poem.
Wooooo Hooooooo ... what a thought :-)
Ted
I see a beautiful face, a beautiful soul who cares about others! A talented writer, and an all around good person, I am blessed to call you friend...
In Christs Love
Michelle~
Thanks for commenting on my light-hearted blog. I am honoured.
Chanti
One good thing about you is that you give yourself to the world. What you see is what you get, and you're the most honest person I've ever met!!!
Many of us DO wear this mask from time to time, especially when we go to work and have to be courteous in greeting the public. Even when we have a bad day, we can't even take that to work with us. This is so true; and the only person who knows the person deep inside us are our own selves.
This is a very expressive write, and you have my applause and standing ovation!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
Cryssa
Exceptionally well written piece, and highly touching....the real person with or without the mask.....in your case Linda, is a beautiful gem indeed.
Take good care dear friend, Stuart
Many of us present one face to the public and hide behind a mask of pain in private. Powerfully penned, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.