Thursday, July 20, 2017

And....I Roll Down The Mask

Wearing a Mask

I often wondered, 
    why an anonymous confidence balanced perfectly
When I walked clothed in dark…disguised
All by myself? 
Why was I relishing
      this semblance of anonymity?

I just didn’t realise, 
  there was a word to describe it. 
 ' Masken-freiheit':
(Standing behind a mask)
Deep down an invitation progressively indulged
   the inner Mr. Hyde, so to speak;
The thought frightened me to no end. 
I decided to kill the bottled potion of madness  
That dared to re-shape, re-define me,
Again, again and again.

Keeping the threshold
    of my ego secure, 
- that night-
I rolled down the mask
  And bashed it to death.
My mind rocked a bit
  but, came together at once,
without all careful disguises.

I travel on,
unbothered… unmasked
In alert awareness
wrapped within
My true self?

That’s how it is, and
It should be…

“No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.” ~The Scarlet Letter