Life is a Masquerade

Black and white, that is how life should be.

Yet, we hide behind our masks, preventing ourselves from being free.

We wear jeweled masks and distracting feathers trying to hide the bruises of life.

But we still get up, still have to face the day, still make it through the strife.

So, why?

Why do we wear the masks, when we are all in pain?

Why can't we just be open for once?

We need to learn how to accept a broken, torn page.

For life is not a walk through the park.

It's fragmented, broken, dark.

You have to choose where your light is.

Mine is in the Cross. That is where I lay off my mask.



Well put and lovely, I enjoyed reading it untill the last letter. 


Thank you! 

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