The Mask

  
She breathed more easily  when the mask was in place;

No longer did she have to stumble about in uncertainty,

Carefully shielding her flaws from view.

The mask hid it all,

Allowing her to become the character,

Whatever was needed,

Filling her with confidence,

She wore it well. 

So many masks,

Countless  roles to play.

Until the day she removed the mask,

Only to find another beneath,

And another beneath it,

Like a Russian nesting doll.

And she no longer knew where the mask ended,

And she began.

  


2 thoughts on “The Mask

  1. Neese, I have been your blogs through email, but haven’t been on Facebook much at all. Your writing has touched my heart more than you will ever know. Missing Paul, being in a totally new place, trying to do what’s right for everyone, but struggling to know what is right for me. Thank you. ❤️

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