Mask Poem by Vincent Wong

I wear an ivory mask so that everyone can see,
the lavender reality that I want to be.

But this fractured face is one for show,
a tool used to protect from tears and woe.

To conceal my heart and unsung sorrows,
and to defend it from the self centered tomorrows.

But as I hide, I lose sight of my reflection,
until the image finally fades from isolation.

So will I carry on with this disguise,
or will I streak to everyones surprise?

To break the cycle and repair the gash,
created by the burns of a world engulfed in ash.

I’ll finally ignore the ebony mirage,
and see through the lies of vanity’s barrage.

I’ll forget the rehearsed play that I have sold,
and see an old show, re-birthed in vibrant gold.