THE MASK
The
sun has set
The moon rides high
She is not veiled
And I too fly
My mask has gone
It’s torn away
I am vulnerable
Will you stay?
No longer a shelter
My mask is crushed
The noise has gone
The sound is hushed
Society, superficial
Hides its dark
Light always shines
Can you hear? Hark!
Duality, acceptance
I have journeyed long
The skin is mine
Wholeness……I belong
Will you accept
Someone not afraid
Of darkness, death
Mould and decay?
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