A MASK LESS HIDDEN FOR FRIENDS

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I feel today an overwhelming sense of sadness,
Deepened by an imminent departure from familiarity.
Rather than filled with a sense of hope for the new
Within is a deep grieving for that which will not be again.

Judgment of the I, who feels deeply, hurts more.
Admixing a sense of shame, for acknowledging the self,
With the morose, creates an inappropriate worthlessness:
Heavy burdening baggage to be hidden with a smile.

Lifting the weight of the innerness in the daily living
Requires a mask of desperation, a fragility with falsehood
Which can be penetrated both by the caring voice of friendship
Or the drive and oppression of the uncaring taskmaster.

Finding words and expressions to harden the shell
Carries the loneliness of the silent voices, an uncaring tone
Which risks the humanity which we all crave deeply:
A perpetual hiding for the fear of a love which may be lost.

In accepting of the fullness of self’s unconscious frailty
I find the beauty and truth of the words that speak my humanity:
A going on together which allows the mask to fall for the caring friend,
And harden fully for those who see what they want to see.

 

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David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2017) Poetry for business: fired by passion. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. A MASK LESS HIDDEN FOR FRIENDS. Page Number 15.

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