
Hidden fears, unseen...unspoken. Concealed beneath masks...
🟥 Red for rage barely contained
🟦 Blue for sorrow that never sleeps
🟨 Gold for the illusion of joy
🟩 Green for envy masked as calm
🟪 Purple for truths too regal to reveal
Shadows linger beneath the mask
gloating with contradiction...
Porcelain lies...sculpted grin,
Mask wears light concealing borrowed skin.
Borrowed time.
underneath - silence grows -
A thousand shadows twist and pose.
Mimics joy, echoes pain,
They dance in mirrors, once soft and vain.
Each smile a veil, each glance a gate,
Truth and fiction congregate.
The mask protects, the mask deceives,
Hides the ghost that never leaves.
Yet in the dark, with no one near,
Shadows whisper what I fear...
The mask losing all its shades and hues...
becoming a colorless thing

🎠Mask speaks of silence, shield, sanctuary.
They see it and think they know you.
*
Face breathes beneath the mask
wears grief like decoration.
You smile - it lies - I breathe.
*
Mask lies beautifully.
Once worn by queens and kings
Hiding bones which sang with pain.
It danced on faces of poets and painters
Those aching with pain and sorrow -
whose hearts were burdened, close to death.
*
Face
And yet they endured.
Frida painted through agony.
Mandela dreamed behind bars.
Rumi spun through longing.
Their masks cracked - but they did not shatter.
Mask
You are not broken.
You are tempered.
Steel hearts do not rust - they reflect.
Let me bear your burden a little longer.
*
Face
No.
Let them see the welds.
Let them hear the echo in my chest.
I will wear you not to hide,
but to honor the shadows I’ve survived.
*
Mask (softly):
Then let us walk together.
Not disguised -
but as truths, no longer wishing to be masked.

The face shifts - subtle, brow furrowed, softened gaze, a sorrowful downturn, and finally...a quiet smile. A layer of illusion revealed...
Letting truth emerge through the painted veneer.
I learn to accept that which I cannot change. Finding the wisdom to know the difference.
About the Creator
Novel Allen
Existing in mist and shadow. Neutrally Abstract.
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