I struggle from day to day
Hiding behind a mask to convey
That everything will be just fine
But deep inside I slowly decline.

The mask I wear hides all my pain
And keeps me feeling somewhat sane
But underneath my masquerade
I’m swallowed by this sad charade.

I’m tired so tired of this show
I feel there is somewhere else I should go
But I’m comfortable wearing this tattered mask
Because I’m afraid to bask….

In the Sun.

No one said it would be easy
Especially when I’m sick and queasy
Of being in a crazy game
Trying to fit into a frame
Simply trying to hide the shame
I feel in this race to stake my claim.

I want to be free like the wind
No longer feeling like I’m pinned
In a corner trying to escape
But frozen in an insecure state.

I want to truly experience life.
I want to overcome this strife.
I want to really live again.
I want to get out of this pen.

My strength is coming back to me.
I really feel I can be free
Of all this pain and hurtful despair
It can vanish and I can repair….

My soul.

Free like a bird, I can be
Soaring above in pleasant reverie.
I’m strong, determined, “Yes I can!”
And all my struggles quickly disband.

In the Sun my soul’s revealed
Complete, light, and finally healed.

Copyright 2010.  Jeri L. Brown.