Freedom From a Mask
I weep.
Salt water, to cleanse my wounds.
I scream.
A vent, to ease my frustration.
I pray.
Hope, to center mind.
I run.
An escape, from my tensions.
I write. I write. I write.
To sort my mind and quell its fright.
I sing. I sing. I sing.
To bring my feelings into being.
I laugh. I laugh. I laugh.
At myself and my Emotion cast.
Acting out the drama that's my mask.
There's two shiny black ribbons,
tied in a bow behind my head,
Holding it firm, with fast stead.
But on the ends of these ribbons,
I take a firm hold, and pull,
To the floor it falls. A shamed fool.
Exposed.
Freedom, to be a happy me.
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