Beyond the Polish
They walk the streets,
Head held high
Staring with determination
At any who pass their gaze,
Pressed and polished,
With purpose to their next appointment.
Frozen in their resolve
A photo reveals
Underneath that amour
Behind their steeled eyes
Is more than what appears.
We are all frauds,
Putting on masks to show the world
Fearing our own
Humanity, our frailty
And our power.
Beneath the exterior
We are all crazed and frenzied with
Mismatched clothes and scattered hair
Dirt stains permanently smeared into the skin of our feet.
We are all joyously imperfect and unpolished.
We fear ourselves more than anything
So we paint and clean and change
To forget our own failings.
What if we were to celebrate our flaws
Honor our failings and let loose
From the civilized bindings
We created for ourselves?
What if we were free to be
Exactly as we are?
If we all took off our masks, let our true selves shine through the world would be a better place. If we could stop being afraid of our failings, our imperfections we all could truly fly and be happy. Sometimes I think we are all afraid if we show our failings to the world our worlds would end. Really it would allow us to be free to make the mistakes we need in order to learn and grow.
What masks do you wear?