Cracked Mask
I give a shy smile, a nod to acknowledge,
never allowing the world to see the ache
I laugh, a monotone ring to deaf ears,
denying the morose life that I lead
I wear a mask of many features, proudly
Actress of the year, accepting a false trophy
Hidden is the disgust that I hold against ignorance,
believing that no one could see the true me
Without notice, the stress of living leaves cracks,
yet, I ignore such a small trivial thing
No one points at the flaw of a millionth copy,
only continuing in drone-like fashion
Ahead of my path lies only death, it’s meaningless
No real purpose in remembering the damage dealt
Yet, soon a light is shone upon me
A bright splendor that, for once, makes me turn my head
What appears like golden wings, spread to fly,
envelop me in their warm embrace
Piercing through the cracks of my facade
Revealing my tears of crimson agony
The truth that is enlightened by the light,
tears apart the burden of a morbid past,
cleansing my damaged soul, making me clean,
sewing my wounds of decade-old chains
Finally, freedom is obtained; gifting me a unique charm,
taking the lights hand I soar into a new place
Finally, the hidden can be seen by all
and all because the cracks allowed the light in
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Sun 12th Jan 2020 13:06
Raw, real, inspiring. Thanks for sharing your beautiful soul and shining light Dominique. ❤️