The Masks We Wear
We are a faceless throng upon the stage of life
Looking for a mask to cover up the rawness
That is our world, our soul, our heart
We hide behind a curtain afraid to show our faces
Afraid of what the world will say
Braving exposure only if we remain unseen, unheard, unidentified
We cast away identity, uniqueness, individuality
We grab a mask
We become mindless and oppressed, and yet
There remains a flicker amongst the faceless
The slightest ember burns inside of us
And we learn to dance upon the stage of life
WE learn that we are more than just a mask
We are many things to many people,
And although we may choose to wear the same mask the masses wear
We sift through the dressing room
Looking for others, masks that will better hide us
But the flicker remains even if we choose to stay amongst the faceless
The masks we wear are many
But the core of us remains unique, unblemished
And often times untouched
Sometimes we want to hide who we are
Afraid of what we might do
Other times we need to be someone else
We stretch to lend a helping hand
We tap into the face that is ours the one without a mask
And our mask becomes something of a costume,
A prop upon the stage
We become aware that we more than just a mask
We are the naked face of that which is
Both beautiful and ugly to behold,
The rawness that is humanity
The tenderness, and heart
And we understand that we are not the mask.
Wisdom’s Quest 