The Mask

Always a mask

Held in the slim hand whitely

Always she had a mask

before her face -

Truly the wrist

Holding it lightly

Fitted the task:

Sometimes however

Was there a shiver,

Fingertip quiver,

Ever so slightly -

Holding the mask?

For years and years and years

I wondered

But dared not ask

And then -

I blundered,

Looked behind the mask,

To find

Nothing -

She had no face.

She had become

Merely a hand

Holding a mask

With grace.

Author Unknown

I have been working on letting my mask down lately.  What is really behind the Mask?  My feelings, these feelings are what I have felt I had to hide.  I'm learning to let people see how I really feel inside and this is the only way for the mask to disappear.  Thank you friends and family for your help in accepting the parts of me that I have been hiding.  I love you!