MASKS
In my bedroom drawer, neatly tucked away
What mask to church, will I wear today?
There are four from which I have to choose
But today, I’ll wear the one that hides the “Blues.”
The “Smiley” mask, I’ve nearly worn out
It hides so well, my fears and doubts.
The “Spiritual” mask, works like a jewel
It hides me when I’ve been mean and cruel.
The mask I call my “Ace in the Hole”
Hides me when my heart is cold.
Sometimes, I wish others could see
Right past the mask and into me.
And help me find my way back home
To God’s dear arms, from whence I’ve roamed.
But others seem to do so well
My failures I wouldn’t dare to tell./The the question to myself I ask
I wonder if they too, wear a “Mask?”
By Cheryl A. Mariano
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