Years behind glass, behind painted disguise
A mask so heavy it darkened their eyes
Each habit a shield, each reflex a gate
A fortress of survival, confusion, and fate
The world saw smooth porcelain, unbroken and bright
While inside, pain howls through the night
Cracks were forbidden, vulnerability rare
No one to witness, to tend or even care
But suddenly a gentleness appears
A soft, steady presence, the feeling of “I’m here.”
In safety’s embrace, the rigidity bends
The mask begins cracking, the healing begins
Light pours through fissures long hidden from view
Old scars and secrets let oxygen through
It stings as it soothes, exposing old pain
But in unmasking, they find someone to reclaim
Layer by layer, defences retract
A face re-emerges through each growing crack
Acceptance fills the silence, invites them to feel
No longer just surviving, it’s time to heal
About the Creator
Abi Rose Travis
I am a single mom with a passion for many things, but writing has been one since i was 13. So here goes nothing ❤️🤗
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