Mask
I tip-toe cautiously through each day
eyes cast down, a silent waif
nothing showing upon my face
my essence truly buried safe
an outward disguise carefully placed
but a glimmer of hope always saved
breath of renewal will now awake
the inner spirit never frayed
it becomes a blossoming flame
and with heartfelt promise I reclaim
the restoration of my faith
and inner beauty glows always
Copyright © Laura Mckay | Year Posted 2010
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