a riddle
June 24, 2014 at 2:15 pm 9 comments
?
i
look
but
do i see ∼
all that is real
or
what
is
me?
∼
is it real ∼
these parts of me
or
the mask
that
has
come
to
be
?
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Entry filed under: body image, depression, feelings, human nature, life, love, Personal, poetry, ponderings, prose, Relationships, thoughts, writing. Tags: answers, emptiness, fears, frustration, observations, Poetry, questions, reflections, voices.
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hitandrun1964 | June 24, 2014 at 2:35 pm
Does the mask become real, if worn long enough, or does it always remain separate? I think the answer might be yes and no. It depends on the person and maybe even the mask. Good philosophical poem.
2.
words4jp | June 24, 2014 at 4:19 pm
Thank you. Each time I read it it is different. Reads differently, means something different. Kinda like a mind bender.
3.
hitandrun1964 | June 24, 2014 at 7:38 pm
Definitely.
4.
MichelleMarie | June 24, 2014 at 3:37 pm
I love this! I know one thing is for sure, I don’t see myself the real me! I keep digging to find her. I think she’s been buried too long! 😀
5.
words4jp | June 24, 2014 at 4:17 pm
Me too;)
6.
Dom DiFrancesco | June 24, 2014 at 7:35 pm
I suppose that we all hide ourselves behind a mask one time or another as it is less painful than acknowledging our “real selves”. Well done my friend.
7.
words4jp | June 24, 2014 at 10:00 pm
Thanks;)
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Himani B | June 26, 2014 at 7:18 am
I really like this..very profound 🙂
9.
words4jp | June 26, 2014 at 12:36 pm
thank you – it was a bit head-achey to write;)