Beneath the Masks
Masks
First
invented
For
rituals
Symbols
Identifiers.
Then
masks
Formed
personas
Characters
In
theatre.
In
the theatre of life
something
hidden
In-visible
In-visible
In-cognito
Covering
our
True
selves.
I (whatever
that means)
Think
We
all hide behind
A
mask of
Our
unconscious
creation.
Some
wear a mask of
Smiley
faces
To
block a well of tears
Others
wear
Hugs
and kisses
To
cover ice.
And
there are masks
That
can’t hide
Only
distort
Trying
to fool
but
fail.
Masks
of
chosen
personas
Let
the real ones relax
Safely
Tucked
in -
the
shadows.
Masks
We
wear them now
In
different colours,
Shapes
Fabrics,
patterns
Beneath
the
N-95’s
Is
only ME
And
I can’t wait
For
ME
To
meet
YOU
Again.
For
now,
In
the play called
Pandemic
I
seek a new mask
After
spending years
Peeling
the old.
I
think I’ll order
the
polka-dot or
leopard
one.
Sara Aharon lives in Toronto. She is the proud mother of two adult daughters. These days she makes her living as a virtual psychologist, and since she has more time on her hands, she writes about plagues (and other things).
INCREDIBLY powerful and moving. It really hit home with me. I have shared this on my Facebook page - this is the kind of poem that should be put to video and voiced, and should go viral.
ReplyDeleteThank you Tya. Your wonderful feedback made my day. And Brian chose such great images for it.
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