Revealed
Revealed
When busted
Behind the mask
False bravado slowly disintegrates
The masks two eyeholes expose two twinkling eyes…
Always straight to the eyes
Truly, the windows of the soul, that is…
As long as the owner of the eyes walk their talk
I have broken bread with humans so shallow
I thought it was a mirage
It takes wisdom and practice to discern the difference between the deceptive sparkle in another’s eyes, behind their mask, denoting evil and the Shine of truth and goodness...I Still Stumble
One can be acquainted with another human for many years and share intimacy
then ...decades later they ooze out of their mask, which can no longer hide their ugly insides and this beloved turns into a Midday Night Terror!!
I feel free to be me in most environments
Not in need of a mask
Could not be Me and wear one
I am fond of diving deep
Jill
Copyright © Jill Spagnola | Year Posted 2016
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