The Mask

Her voice broke over the line,


As the same time as my heart,


I could hear the defeated the tone


The sense of overwhelming hopelessness


Begins to stain her positive disposition.



It won’t be easy, and she knows that.


Losing her loved one, having to watch


Her very being slip away like petals of a flower


That can’t handle the wind of suffering and injustice





She’ll wear that brave mask that appears in times


Of despairing events and try to mold it to fit perfectly


On her tanned complexion and large, empathetic eyes.


But I will notice when the plaster starts to crack, when


The material doesn’t sit quite right on her cheekbones.


She’ll be the person that is required of her and smile


For her aunt. Her wonderful, transfixing aunt who




Has accomplished more in life than many.





But when no one is around, when every corner is barren


She will dissolve the strong exterior, and her inner torments


Will be released from her frail being.


And she’ll cry with tears from eternal waterfalls.





Love is a gift, but in a curse as it vanishes from our grip


Into unknown territory against our very will.