Unmasked (A Poem)
In order to be beautiful,
must it also be complex and unfathomable?
In order to be profound
must it also be beyond comprehension?
Many times, we judge someone
by the clothes they wear,
by the accessories they have.
And we don’t appreciate
those that are simple,
those who have taken off their masks.
Maybe it’s because we’re afraid,
afraid of the plain truth.
We’re afraid of being stripped naked,
of being found out
for who we really are.
That’s the reason
we hide behind our words,
our titles, our positions
and our complexities.
That’s the reason
we hide behind our age,
our maturity, our trophies
and our victories.
Because we don’t want anyone
to ever get through.
We’re afraid of anyone
who can see our sorrows
our failures, and our broken hearts.
We talk like adults
because we’re afraid of little children.
We walk like strong men,
because we’re afraid to stumble in the light.
The thing about hope is that it’s a positive force that shines the most when it’s dark. When everything’s going well, we hardly notice it’s there. But when things go against us, when our dreams fade and when we see no immediate reprieve from our troubles, that’s when hope does its best work for us.
"Where Hope Can Be Found"