Poetry Corner - the mask

the mask             

I forage deep in the blackness of my consciousness
feeling as if, I am floating

the caress of the wind against my skin
touching my mask, as if, it needed to see me

my heart yearning for one to care, to understand
am I the only one who feels this pain?
do I alone cry?
my mask protects my heart

seasons change so quickly
will wonders await me every day
will my heart be reborn?
or will my mask remain forever in place?

does anyone hear me?
a touch a smile, are they to much to ask
is there one who would understand?
would they know why I wear my mask?

face concealed
scared to be seen
hoping there is someone like me
someone to remove my mask

I wait patiently
waiting and needing
life would be so different
changed in many ways

to love once more
to have my soul, my heart, alive once more
to smile
as you reach and remove my mask