Masks
We wear masks there is no doubt
thinking others could not abide
seeing us with ourselves let out
where warts and wounds reside.
Thus we are known but from afar
shame-stricken of our very being.
Fearful of leaving our egos ajar,
is that what others are believing?
Might they not assume us brave
to reveal our authentic selves?
Might they not themselves crave
to come off their lofty shelves?
If we would be honest and true
we'd trash the masks we wear.
We'd face the world wholly anew
and who we are we'd openly share.
(Written five years ago, long before
the virus hit. Now, I'm FOR the
wearing of literal masks.)
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2021
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