I mask my feelings
With a smile that doesn’t extend past my lips
I brush my eye lashes with dark mascara
To accentuate my openness.
I mask my insecurity
With simple words that sound profound
I twist my hair into a high ponytail
To gather my courage.
I mask my love
With blankets that warm the core
I curl in along your length
To calm my heart
And still death calls
With a baritone voice that trembles
I ride the notes, a breath at a time
To be in tune.
My mask is unveiled.
A forgery that fools no one.
I swim in naked tears
To smooth the way
Until the day I can reveal
My raw self without shivers
I dream of caravans that carry memories
Past the present to the future.

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