Wipe away that mask of colors to reveal your inner self. Wash your face in the coolness of what is as is. Hold your soul with your bare hands so that you may know your hurts… Your sorrows… Your fears… Yourself. Laughter does come forward with smiling eyes and glistening smiles. But are they the very essence of your core? You act as if there is no weight- light and feathery. Yet, you are an actor, as we are all in this great play called life. Internalizing… Characterizing… Bleeding. With no tears left to cry, what else but smile? Crooked lines betray the placid surface of your mask. Revealing the cost of yesterdays on your young, fragile back. Holding on to what seems to be forever. Believing… Hoping. Do not drown yourself in the presence of others, lest you loose your true self. Then when that happens… You are doomed to wear that mask of colors, forever changing, forever conforming… Even in the brightness of a candle lit On a dark night, you will not See yourself anymore. Your core lost- Forever.
Reason for writing:
My friend, Rhea, asked me to write a poem about her. So I did.
I wrote this poem as how I percieve her life to be, behind all her smiles and joyful hellos.
Between those funny antics and cute pouts, her soul is laid bare...
To Rhea of Artistang Artlets... I hope you do find your soul...
Birth sign: Libra
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