Skin (a anaphoric poem)
This skin
my mask
behind it
inside
I hide from the world
I hide from you
never showing
all that I feel
never showing
how deep
This skin
my mask
behind it
inside
I hide from the world
I hide from you
never showing
all that I feel
never showing
how deep
Many seem content to walk
when they are made to fly
And though I walked among them
my dreams were in the sky
Thoughtless words can often hurt
and even bring a tear
to the eye of one we love
a heart that we hold dear
When it’s there to plainly see,
the sin in someone’s life,
am I first to cast a stone,
or will I carve the line?
The view from here is quite a sight.
I grip in fear, as knuckles go white.
Not letting go, I hold too tight.
Afraid I’ll fall from this dizzying height.
If I open up and share
all my struggles, all my shame
Will it reach the others
giving hope, replacing pain?
Just another busy day
I miss my time with you
Look, now it’s getting late
but still so much to do
If I am going to do this
I will have to give it my all
No holding back
No holding back
It is time to bear my soul
Time to open up and take a chance
‘cause without truth there can be no love
No real love
Wearing my mask,
you see what I let you.
Only showing,
what is acceptable.
I hold back the pain,
pretend it’s all roses.
Never let you see,
what’s under the surface.
a fork in the road actually represents five choices.
We can go forward in one clear direction or the other.
We can go back the way we came.
We can sit right where we are and remain comfortable…
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