Friday, November 2, 2012

Masquerade

They come in all forms.
Costumed. Hidden.
Why do we masquerade?
Cover.
Some clutch bags tight.
Shy. Reluctant.
Others eagerly reach out.
Grasp what is offered.
Why do we attempt to trick?
Ourselves.
Others.
We clutch tight, our bags.
Of discontent.
Hurt.
Anger.
We are reluctant.
To grasp.
What is eagerly offered.
Mercy.
Grace.
Peace.
Giggles erupt with the treat.
Faces unmasked, expose the loved.
You.
And I.

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