Sunday Scribblings " Masks"

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Somehow I expected this prompt to be easy. Oh my goodness, when I looked up hours had passed and I was still struggling. I prefer to live authentically, and for the most part I do. But sometimes it’s just safer to keep the mask on to preserve your vulnerability. Although I am brash and sassy at times, deep within hides this very injured child like spirit that I only expose to a select few. I lay it out gingerly on a velvet cloth for a very few moments, then quickly roll it back up and hide it so it can never be revealed. When I feel safe to expose myself, there is a catharsis that takes place, as well as a danger of being wounded. Assessing safe people to share the vulnerable side is the key!

Sunday Scribblings

Parading Masks

Authenticity aspires to float free
Parading masks, until that can be
Attacks bind us to the masquerade
Withered soul commences to fade

Nary does it leave our face
Humbled beneath, we take our place
Fear befalls disclosure of naked skin
Festered scars mapped within

Trapped behind calloused façade
Human frailties mirroring god
The Curious focus on chiseling veneer
Pushed, we collapse, on a carefully honed spear

Once again cautioned, grappling for cover
Vowing to constrain, except with a lover
Stipulations required, vulnerable parity
Dissuaded agendas, complete sincerity

Weakened, secrets are gradually revealed
Thoughts and feelings, vigilantly concealed
A frivolous risk, again chancing deceit
Authenticity uncloaked, reprieve from retreat

Endeavors rocket with new vitality
Life charged with a different reality
Safely Unmasked to honor and trust
Camouflaged to those we see as unjust