The Mask
Always a mask
Held in the slim hand whitely
Always she had a mask before her face--
Truly the wrist
Holding it lightly
Fitted the task;
Sometimes however
Was there a shiver,
Fingertip quiver,
Ever so slightly--
Holding the mask?
For years and years and years I wondered
But dared not ask
And then--
I blundered,
Looked behind the mask,
To find
Nothing--
She had no face.
She had become
Merely a hand
Holding a mask
With grace.
--Author unknown
I belive that the largest problem with 'fake it until you make it' is the human ability to disappear and only the mask remains. I do believe in facing life with courage. I do believe in feel the fear and do it any way. I do believe that every one of us has the opportunity to seize the day and choose to change.
2 comments:
Thanks for posting on this book Ruth. I feel I need to read something on this subject - put a hold on it at the library. Lovely mask.
Awesome mask. --quartz
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