365 Poems: August 5th, 2014

Theater Masks

We’re all wearing a disguise,

you may not realize.

A dichromatic mask with flipped crescent-moon eyes

and it’s easy to tell which side you despise,

but I hope, for your sake, that you will recognize

 

that there’s nothing to fear

in the face that lives here.

What hides drama can wash away with just a tear

and I hope that you’ll grin when a dream travels near.

Maybe then, perhaps, you’ll finally see the sky clear,

my dear.

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