The Masquerade Ball
Whilst in a vivid dream, I was at a masquerade ball.
I pretended to be me, but I wasn't me at all.
My laughter and smiles, my curtsies brought delight,
but my loneliness among the guests, their hidden faces gave me such a fright.
Who were they? Who was I?
One more person struggling to get by.
The masquerade ball ended,
my eyes fluttered open wide,
I found myself in bed, and all I wanted to do was hide.
Sunrise would soon approach,
a brand new day would begin,
I decided it was time to find my way again.
No more masks,
and no more balls.
The truth of me revealed, one and all.
About the author
Writing is my source of peace. I write short stories: memoirs, fiction, and on matters of the soul.
Writing could have been a career for me but I let it slip away. It’s never too late to start again. I hope you enjoy what you read here.
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