In my last post I spoke about how my poetry journey began.
My first collection of poetry (the one one published by a publishing house ) was, ironically titled “The Madness of Corona”.
It did seem a fitting title of that time!
I would say out of the whole collection there may be about a half-dozen that I will call “passable”, but really, it was not great!
The Mask is one which I think a lot of people will be able to relate to, and for that reason I included it in my new collection.
She puts it on before she goes outside.
Just in case they should see inside.
The darkness, the hurt, the years ripped and scarred with dirt.
No one knows, and no one cares, they only see the mask she wears.
She tries and tries, but can’t forget all the angry words and threats.
Buried deep within, and the pain that never seems to dim.
So she smiles, wears the mask, and hopes that no one ever asks.
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