I’m pretending to feel the feeling I say I’m feeling,
Years of trying this impossibility,
Make believe I can,
Not always but often enough that I learn
Make believe that the mask is the face.
While my face molds to the mask.
Numb is my real feeling,
Why do I keep wearing it.
Maybe I am scared,
Maybe I am brave,
Maybe it is all I know
Ignorance is always a good excuse
The mask
The mask is accepted
The mask is loved
The mask thrives and gets it done
The mask is not me
So neither the acceptance, the thriving or the love are mine.
And I don’t want a life without love
For love I need to let go and feel the feelings I am feeling.
The pain, the sadness, the joy
The living with an open heart
Little I know, that an open heart is the path of love, it is the vulnerable path of acceptance.
Patience, transformation is the path,
Sensitive days full of life, transformation so my face accepts its shape, its truths and its pain.
Inseparable
Mask or no mask you are still there.
You were always there,
You were always feeling
Now you feel what you tell yourself is the real feeling.
Gracias for reading
pedro