Making
Man-made Masks
She started out as an approachable kid,
unafraid of the things in the dark
Never a clue of the things people hid,
held her hand, as she played in the park.
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She would learn that in her world, evil stood - unfazed by the light,
preying on sins of the flesh, devouring innocence with delight.
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She remembers the moment it happened,
when the life she once knew, disappeared.
Her eyes opened wide, her brightness - blackened,
ones she trusted, she now deeply feared.
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One by one the changes took over,
the innocence, drained from her eyes.
From a child with wild eyes and wonder,
to a shell in a clever disguise.
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Hiding her pain with a beautiful falseness,
one no-one could ever see through.
Beginning her metamorphosis,
leaving her feeling brand new.
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Blocking out, denying the horror,
becoming somebody else.
A spectacular, self-changing armor,
disguising her personal hell.
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As a woman, no one would know it,
she successfully hides it away.
She refuses to give in to that shit,
and at the right time, the guilty will pay.
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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powerful and incredibly sad!
Oooo, I love those last few lines. "High Plains Drifter" with a female lead. Just today I was heading to the bathroom at the mall after seeing a movie with my wife. As I walked down the hallway to the Men's, a young woman came walking out with her daughter, probably around 2 years old. I tried to smile & greet the two of them, but the mother barely made eye contact & rushed past without saying a thing, ushering her daughter quickly alongside her. I found myself wondering what her/their experience had been that made her seem so fearful, knowing that plenty does that few will talk about. My best friend during my first two years of college confided to me that an ex had raped her. Your poem reminds me of her. She wasn't the kind to let such a thing wound her too badly. She was the kind to get even (if such a thing is even possible in such a situation). Powerfully written. Thank you for sharing this.
Power 🔋 ❤️😉
Oh wow, what a journey of the development and changes of the individual! It felt so strong and powerful to me. Great writing!
Karma will hit them sooner or later. Very relatable
Oh my. That is powerful, and I want to give you a hug.
All too often true, the sad facts, 🥲
Sad and empowering.