Change the Mask
I’m always there, the mask of bravery
steeling your spine,
fixing a smile on your face
Then suddenly I turn and
I’m the Protector,
claws slashing
teeth snarling
Then the Comforter,
soft and soothing
Then the Sentinel
stoically keeping guard
with the Brave mask not far,
...not far
lingering below the surface
Sometimes you feel
you’ve worn this mask of Bravery
so long it won’t come off,
and you wonder,
Where is the Dreamer?
The Poet?
The Child?
The wild impulsive Spirit?
They’re here...
Just waiting for you.
Be Brave
....change the Mask.
TDR
3-3-2010
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2010
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