And....I Roll Down The 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.

Today, 

I travel on,

unbothered… unmasked

unguarded…defenceless;

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

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