The Red Mask




The Red Mask

Hiding behind the mask                                                                     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


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