Between The Cracks Of My Mask

My mask, just like the others Has cracks in the cheekbones and odd places Just below the temple And across the brow You might wander Up and down a hall In and out of rooms long forgotten Before you notice these cracks They take a moment or two To see that not all masks are…

We Wear the Masks

In the silence There is a voice to be heard Can you hear it? Calling out? It is your own It is mine We are the voices in the distant Searching for a home A place to belong Yet we hold our voices in As if it were a sin To ask for help We…