A Mask-Less Man
I could see
he was not playing a part,
not following any script,
nor was he courting approval
or agreement.
He was plain speaking
and yet he had a
natural way about him
that attracted many.
He did not hide behind a mask.
I knew I could not wear
my own mask in his presence,
I had to take mine off,
be shorn of any pretense.
Alas my mask had stuck
and even though I tried,
and tried, and tried,
I kept speaking through it
as if it were really me.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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