I Take Off The Mask!

HIDING

Who can blame me when I sought to dispose of the thorns that kept me from being accepted and loved?

Who can blame me from wearing the mask I wore so I can hide my uniqueness from the world that only knows one face, one virtue, one barren sky?

THE CURSE

There was a time that I cursed the curse that lay upon my veins.

Wild spirit chained

Flaming fire quenched over and over

’til it can consume no more

’til it can arise no more

with passions that blaze within my soul…

I’ve cursed my curse

and then I realized -

I’ve also cursed my gift.

SCARS

I hid my uniqueness when I hid my scars,

for the world only knew of smiles

that know no tears.

ACROSS THE BRIDGE

Every parting has its own sorrow, even that of parting with a once treasured possession that has long lost its usefulness. And so in sorrow do I say farewell to my own that is not truly mine. Farewell to the mask and greetings to the heart, spirit and flesh that has long been concealed underneath its shadows.

What shall I find as I cross the uncertain bridge of life without my mask? Shall I find at last my lost memory? Shall I finally discover my ancient beginnings? Full of questions do I cross this bridge, yet full of hope do I walk towards my destiny.

I WEEP

I saw a world crying out so badly for redemption. And then I saw towering temples and halls whose cold walls could only utter judgment and condemnation.

IN THE SHADOW OF THE NIGHT

I tried to seek the cause of my discontent, and I discovered that the darkness that covers the world comes not from the shadow of sin, but from the numbness of so many shattered souls whose hidden griefs could not bear to see the light.

AN ANCIENT SPIRIT

I am like a child merely beginning its life, and yet I feel I’m also old, older than the ancient temples that connect mankind to its eternal source. I feel that I have lived from the very beginning of the earth; roaming, touching, changing, and yet forever remaining the same as the breath of theSpirit that gave me life.

LOOKING FOR THE FIRST TIME

I looked at the world and beheld its beauty as though I was seeing it for the first time. O, blessed be me for such unsolicited inspiration! Beauty is in things common and yet it is ever rare.

I TAKE OFF THE MASK!

Devoid of memory and identity

I took on a mask

to cover my nakedness.

As time went on however,

I, the master became the slave,

as the mask sought to

impose upon me

things that I am really not.

Now I dare to remove it

and seek my freedom once again.

I bare my nakedness to the world

that the world may see

who I truly am,

not the mask that hides my flaws

not the mask that hides my beauty

I bask in the light

and I take off the mask!