Masquerade.
When I was young I could not see
That there was any way to be
The real person I am inside.
It wouldn’t do; I’d have to hide.
Now I see it is my task:
Imagine life without the mask,
To be each day as best I can
That real person I know I am.
This means in truth that I would be
Daily naked for all to see.
Like hermit crabs inside their shells
We each of us protect ourselves
The core inside remains the same
Hidden safe and free from shame.
Only lovers can bear to be
Exposed to each other, in honesty.
Beautiful poem. Loved it totally. 🙂
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Thank you Ajay!
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That one speaks volumes to me, feelings I’ve had since I was a little girl. Beautiful 🙂
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I will never be me.
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If only we could feel worthy of the beauty that lies buried in our souls.
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True. It is sad that we must often dig through the dross to find it.
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Yes, it is love that removes those masks, that gives us the courage and desire to do so. To be naked together, to be the best we can be for each other
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To be emotionally naked is harder than the physical nakedness of body, and the risk is even greater. yes. love is surely the answer.
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Beautiful ! strange that we can cross that line of fear only with those we love. Otherwise we all wear our masks. Perhaps we only remove them in the presence of those we feel who won’t judge us..
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You so nailed this. This is how I felt when I was younger. Well done, Vivienne.
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😀 thanks!
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Spot on.
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