unmasked souls
a poem about finding relief from our culture of self-induced cortisol
Poetry allows us to take off the mask
we’ve worn for so long,
which once created
the illusion of safety,
and deluded us into thinking
that maybe,
just maybe,
we could hide
from a world where one must
wear a mask
to win the approval of others,
whose obsession with manufacturing
their #pictureperfect lives
feels nothing but fake and contrived.
A world where one must pretend
that everything is forever okay,
because the truth makes people
“uncomfortable,"
which leads so many astray,
mistakenly believing
that it is better to join the crowd
and to mirror their
exact same
fucked up
ways.
But by speaking our truth
through verses and lines,
by removing the mask
for a worthy pursuit
in such disconnected times,
we find that we no longer feel
like imposters in our own lives;
we find that being raw and real
makes us feel more connected
and less concealed.
And our pain becomes just that: pain.
It is no longer the means
by which we suffer,
nor do we still believe
that this human plight,
which affects us all,
is something one must
bear alone, while
wearing a mask to fit in
with a society addicted
to getting its next fix
of self-induced cortisol.
- unmasked souls
About the Creator
Sidney Hall
Photographing, in words, the world that I see.
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