We recognized each other by our masks
In our mutual assessments as if for war
And we perceived the common traits
And shared respect, for now, no less, no more
Years, thoughts, motives, fears
Blank pages, photographs, ribbons left undone
Memories forgotten, hopes that never were…
But the silence stretches ever long
I ask a word spoken
No matter what kind
So long as the silence is broken
On that day when the masks are fallen
Twin faces false
And underneath we are not the same
Slipping from our hands, they will shatter like glass
In dismay
And so we walk our separate ways
My true face I will show unasked
I will stand
Unmasked
Photo by JB Freelance Photography
Worth reading over….and over…. To me this speaks of a time when one chooses….no more lies. I’ve been there too….and walked away. Wounded in the war but better for it. Well written….
So true & a very Beautiful Poem and its seriously worth reading over and over… Keep entertaining…
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed.
cool photo! when was it taken?
Thanks! I think about three years ago at my first photo shoot.
I would venture to guess that most of us wore that mask at least once in our lives.
I would have to agree with you.