Sunday, October 31, 2004
Masks
Masks are all I know,
All I have ever known.
I have used the all my life,
To hide what I feel,
Hide the pain , sadness, regret..
To shield myself from angry words,
Words like , mistake, mess up, no good , disgrace..
I would ware a mask to hide all of it,
So it never got out, no one ever would see
The hell that burnt – so violently inside of me.
Growing up when our family was whole, it was never this bad.
Never had I been forced to ware the mask as much as I did when my world fell apart.
When it did- I asked God for help, I asked him to tell me why.. But nothing came ...
So instead of letting out what was inside – I grabbed that trusty old mask and put it on..
No one know any different – nor did they care to...
For a year that mask never left my side and only in secret did I cry..
I thought I knew some about God – and I figured I would learn the rest,
If I went to little old Caronport – where I was sure that I would no longer need that mask by my side... so I put it away.. Not thinking that another would come in its place.
But I was wrong – One did in fact came... This one not like the ones I had been used to ..
This one was a mask of foolishness, denial and false hope.
But deep inside I knew it was all one big Lie...
I went to class hoping that today it would click today it would come together...
But it never did...
God works in wonders.. He knew that I did not know him , all though I clamed I have ..
He also knew I didn’t have what it took to tell someone that I don’t know even how to pray... Tonight I came to terms with that fact- tonight ..
That mask came off – and all Others like it – I hope it is for good..
Yes Masks are things I have known all my life..
But now its time to change,
Now Im ready to Change...
dawn kratzer
posted by Unknown @ 4:13 PM
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tell me no lies
Poetry has always been, at least for me, an outlet of honest expression.
Our perspectives often become blurred by our circumstance
and the difference between what is truth and what is merely what we feel can sometimes become difficult to determine.
But poetry is a sweet expression of us trying to comprehend the world around us, trying to comprehend life, circumstance, emotion.
It can be theraputic, it can be freeing, it can date a period in our lives,
and it can give others a glimpse of us that they may have never seen.
So share a poem, send me your story, give me a picture (I'll do my best to put it on), send it to godsbutterfli@gmail.com;
share your honest expression here, and tell me no lies.
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