|| Doors and Masks
||Blue Ben W.
Doors and Masks
A poem by Codey
- We all have hopes and all have dreams, and bolstered by youthful zeal,
- we set forth to conquer the world but meet demons unfortunately real.
- Demons come in many shapes and forms but the demons most unkind,
- are the demons you allow to rule your lives, the demons who dwell in your mind.
- If you give up, grow faint of heart, you lose hope and what you desire
- will slowly dim and fade away like the light from a dying fire.
- When fear replaces hopes and dreams and moves into the fore,
- you seek a place of safety, you don your masks and shut the door.
- You wear these masks in public, to hide amongst the crowd,
- the who that you are, to always be hidden, veiled behind a shroud.
- The essence of your being, you keep boxed and safely stored,
- in neat little rows on hidden shelves, behind that shielding door.
- Those of my generation, in numbers still unknown,
- reap bitter crops, from the seeds, past generations have sown.
- In the normal confusion of youth, we wander through a maze,
- seeking the face of people like us, and answers to questions we raise.
- How will we find those answers, to what life holds in store,
- when the faces and the people we seek, are hidden behind that door?
- The loss of family or friends, may leave you feeling sad,
- but why should you mourn the loss of something you may have never had?
- If your lives are based on deceit and lies, there's something we would ask.
- Does their love and friendship belong to you or belong to the man in the mask?
- You'll never find the answer, to that question and many more,
- unless you finally strip off your masks and step bravely through that door.