Poetry

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?
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