This poem was written from the prompt of a Japanese proverb
That we all have three masks
One to the world
One to friends family
One when we are alone
This is one I wear when I am alone
Angry and aggressive
for justice and justification
in this suffocation
In this isolation.
Powerful, beautiful and strong
Among no one
I bleed the some of my cause
and all my flaws
But angel or demon I open doors
locked
Gun cocked
and ready to fire
Let’s go to the wire
and win
I escape into the mask within
that I do not show
I grow into a man with wings
to fly on the winds
of change
I rearrange
The strange flow of my words
the poet grasps at the meaning
he’s dreaming…
