Many masks lie upon the shelf.
With each I remove I want to find myself.
I realize to late there is nothing inside.
Dwelling within these clothes of mine.
Hoping that I would find something of worth,
I suddenly recall years before my birth.
A Wonderous man with a great gift to give,
he died for me, that I might live.
Not that I was of value you see,
Just because he valued me.
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excellent expression
You have written many messages in your poem.
Many of us do wear masks to protect ourselves, or to deceive others.
I especially like:
"Hoping that I would find something of worth,
I suddenly recall years before my birth."
The last four lines are great..
Jeannette
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