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Cracked Mask

I give a shy smile, a nod to acknowledge,

never allowing the world to see the ache

I laugh, a monotone ring to deaf ears,

denying the morose life that I lead

 

I wear a mask of many features, proudly

Actress of the year, accepting a false trophy

Hidden is the disgust that I hold against ignorance,

believing that no one could see the true me

 

Without notice, the stress of living leaves cracks,

yet, I ignore such a small trivial thing

No one points at the flaw of a millionth copy,

only continuing in drone-like fashion

 

Ahead of my path lies only death, it’s meaningless

No real purpose in remembering the damage dealt

Yet, soon a light is shone upon me

A bright splendor that, for once, makes me turn my head

 

What appears like golden wings, spread to fly,

envelop me in their warm embrace

Piercing through the cracks of my facade

Revealing my tears of crimson agony

 

The truth that is enlightened by the light,

tears apart the burden of a morbid past,

cleansing my damaged soul, making me clean,

sewing my wounds of decade-old chains

 

Finally, freedom is obtained; gifting me a unique charm,

taking the lights hand I soar into a new place

Finally, the hidden can be seen by all

and all because the cracks allowed the light in

◄ The Rain and Forgotten Land

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victoriavautaw@gmail.com

Sun 12th Jan 2020 13:06

Raw, real, inspiring. Thanks for sharing your beautiful soul and shining light Dominique. ❤️

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