National Poetry Month-Day Two

word group-- public--private--hidden--shared

THE MASK

She wears a public mask
     of shared smiles
     eyes like towering beacons
          a heart open like a palm
               giving
                    always giving

Inside are private thoughts
     heart closed like a fist
     bruised secrets
               tears of burnt offerings    
                    hidden
                         always hidden

                   

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