Hidden In This Mask
I’m so quick to say that I enjoy being free.
But that’s not always my reality.
I’m actually afraid of what others might see.
I say I don’t believe in love but that’s not true.
I’m afraid of how I’ll handle it. If I lose another you.
So I stay hidden in this mask. Watching life from my safe view.
I think I was mostly trying to convince myself,
That at 49 I was safer up on my shelf.
That I’m better at protecting my own mental health.
Maybe it’s time to let someone in and let them care.
Maybe true love ISN’T really so rare.
I think I’m now ready. I’ve become more self aware.
Coming to terms with it has finally made it real.
And letting someone in might be how I heal.
I think it’s finally okay. To let myself start to feel.
Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 1.30.2025
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