Poetry: The Mask

The Mask

Little girl behind the mask;
A smile lights your face.
Hiding the tears that grace your cheeks,
In the evening of the day.

What makes you hide the way you do?
Why not find a place to shine?
The inner truth, the inner you,
The beauty sheltered inside.

What follies lead to evil things?
That bruised, that scarred,
That left you dead,
In this world of material things.

Little girl behind the mask,
Let a smile grace your lips.
Not in falsehood, but in triumph,
When you find a truth that’s real.

— H. Danielle Crabtree
July 16, 2010