The Mask

By AAshi Patel

In the depths of hidden strife, I wear a mask,

A veil concealing the pain, an intricate task.

Behind the facade of a smile so bright,

Lies a world of darkness, hidden from sight.

I craft these masks with utmost care,

To shield my soul from a world unfair.

But cracks emerge, and masks grow thin,

Revealing the battles I hold within.

The breaking of the mask that disguises, a painful art,

A journey of healing, a brand-new start.

In vulnerability, I find my might,

As I step into the liberating light.

Tears may flow like a cleansing rain,

Washing away the facade, releasing the pain.

In honesty and courage, I take my stand,

Embracing the help from a guiding hand.

No longer imprisoned by the mask I wear,

I breathe in the freedom of the open air.

Authenticity shines, a beacon so bright,

Breaking the mask, I reclaim my light.

With empathy and love, I can now see,

The beauty in vulnerability, the strength to be free.

In unity, I rise, no longer alone,

My mask shattered and overthrown.

For in this journey, I truly find,

That healing begins when you’re honest and kind.

To yourself and others, i extend my grace,

Breaking the mask, I find my rightful place.