Monday, October 19, 2009

A Wounded Soul Comments

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I look into the mirror
I cry at what I see
I see a young woman
Pretending to be happy
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Donna Byrne
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Gold Fish 19 October 2009

The immense pain in this poem is evident. The masks we so commonly wear of which you also so elegantly speak, are our protection from those we can't trust. Like a wall to protect us from being completely exposed to extreme vunerability, we project whatever personality we wish to different people in different places. Thanks for sharing. You should read 'Mask' by Vincent Wong. I have a response to poem if you like 'Mask' entitled 'Reaching Out'.

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