A Masked Grief

A Masked Grief

As much as I have aged,

Life has grown harder.

No time to sit and relax,

No time to stop and think,

Just a constant necessity to carry on.

Trapped in the whirlpool of life,

Fighting to keep my head above water.

A Masked Grief is what I have become.

Life, like water

Holds power in knowing

That without it we die,

Yet it knows that too much

And we die.

A Masked Grief is what I have become.

A constant battle to get out of bed every morning.

A constant battle to carry on,

And see the day through.

Every morning I don the mask;

The mask the hides what lies beneath,

What inhabits my heart and soul;

The mask that hides my grief.

A Masked Grief is what I have become.

It would be far easier to end it all today,

Save myself from the effort of waking tomorrow,

Of donning the mask once again

For another day of sorrow.

But that would be too easy,

There has to be a purpose,

A reward for living this grief…

There has to be.

A Masked Grief is what I have become.

I will continue to wear the mask that you all see.

I will continue to wake every morning,

And to see that day through,

For

A Masked Grief is what I have become;

A Masked Grief is what I am.