The Red Mask
Holding on for so long
I look back and see myself
Reflections of who used to be
Wanting to come forth
Yet afraid to see
Where I have walked
And my prints from yore
From the glass of the mirror
I see your eyes on mine
You hold your hand out to me
I take a step in faith
You touch my cheek
You bend down
And graze my lips
I feel ice melting
As feelings come renewed
I can feel, and I taste
What life has once again to offer
I am alive and I toss
The mask aside.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
03.19.2014
I enjoy your poetry & the way you break up the lines. I can feel it.
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Thanks so much my friend
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beautiful. I love this. Hugs
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Thanks Granny!
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