The Mask

She pulls off her smile
And unravels her amiability
She snarls…and drops her swords of poison
She takes off her coat of sullenity
Her quiet aloof armour of superiority
Rips away the tough veneer
And drops the docile platitudes of peace and serenity

She reaches into this quivering mass of fear
And, from embedded within
draws forth
The stone of blue
Burnished and shining
Smooth and mysterious
Glowing hot
Tempered with patience
Forged from the tension of opposition
These hands cradle an eternity of love



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