My Dirty Mask
a poem
I told a lie, then told three, each one a broken part of me
its just for now, just how it goes, you take the burden of my woes
oh what a fool, how could it be, the pain came right back home in threes
never yours and always mine, just my burden ‘til that time
that time when I would turn to face, my soulful body’s long lost grace
finding there the truth at last, I must remove my dirty mask
the mask once used to keep me safe, that now just kept me stuck in place
knowing now I must be free, I came to learn, truth starts with me
