After The Danger Passes
The mask I’ve chosen
I forged a mask
To complement my cloak of words
Dark as a night and filled with stars
Trim in the shape of a Minotaur’s maze
With only my truth hidden at the center
I’ve been shaking this mask for a while
Carving carefully to fit a face no one would recognize
Attached are no golden feathers
No black diamonds painted, pearls inlaid
It’s just a news at six blur
Masking my face
Masking my voice
At a time when words are losing their visas, citizenships, rights
The law protecting them has taken a long constitutional
No one is sure if it will return
Or if masked men threw it in a van while everyone was watching
Some part of me lost in that maze
Wants to stand and doff the cloak
Crack this mask before it is melded to my face
Instead of hiding behind having too much to lose
But the power of anonymity is intoxicating
I tighten the straps, let my skin turn sallow
Imagine this talisman will protect me
Let me speak truth to power
While I feel powerless
Someday, I’ll stand up
Peel the mask from my face
Be brave
After the danger passes
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
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