Solace

Monday, September 9, 2013

1
a (1) : a cover or partial cover for the face used for disguise(2) : a person wearing a mask : masker

b (1) : a figure of a head worn on the stage in antiquity to identify the character and project the voice (2) : a grotesque false face worn at carnivals or in rituals

: an often grotesque carved head or face used as an ornament (as on a keystone)

: a sculptured face or a copy of a face made by means of a mold

2
: something that serves to conceal or disguise : pretense,cloak <aware of the masks, facades and defenses people erect to protect themselves — Kenneth Keniston>

: something that conceals from view

: a translucent or opaque screen to cover part of the sensitive surface in taking or printing a photograph

: a pattern of opaque material used to shield selected areas of a surface (as of a semiconductor) in deposition or etching (as in producing an integrated circuit)

He cannot sit still

In his mind

He cannot sit;

Iron spikes of restlessness

Shoot spasms

From their bed, frustration.

Several ropes dangle

At the edge of his

Peripheral vision –

Escape a reach away.

But it’s night now.

Tomorrow.

His soul is an old couch;

His strained smile is the water

Drawn from his well.

 

The answer

To beaten circles

Of paralyzing frustration,

My dear,

Is catharsis.

Now, here is the secret:

This is your gift:

From the world

And to it.

 

He wants self-worth,

But in the arenas he lays down

As important.

His nearest instigate,

But place a load

He can’t bear –

Not with those shoes.

 

Run in those shoes,

Darling,

Until your feet fit them;

Until the sheer joy of running

Outweighs all else.

 

He wears a mask

As a virtual, facial, hardhat,

Used to shield from sticks and stones and words.

He thinks we like him

For the eyes his mask

Reveal.

He doesn’t realize that a mask only covers

The front of his face.

 

You are loved.

And empathized with.

And supported,

If you will just blink

In recognition.

Not everyone becomes something.

But those who give back

The gift they are given

Many times over

Are always gifted.

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10 comments on “Solace

  1. This is a beautiful poem. I’d be careful about your use of mask, though! I think you mean to use it as a protective covering but it sort of comes across as definition two in the metaphorical sense. It’s awesome work regardless.

ask. debate. scribble.

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