A mask, thick and hard
Crusted on, stuck
Me, I was stifled, alone.
Process
Let it in, the warm moisture of
Love, melting my plaster walls
Chiseling holes in my mask,so
I can look out, so you can look in.
After
Naked
My soul, open and full of love.
The will to change, desire to make a
Difference, knowledge to make it happen.
Me, I am strong
No longer hiding, no longer alone.
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