“masked”
What mask!? Oh, I have so many… Invisible.
Disposable. I Replace each time
the least uncomfortable Those eyes
I have more than I need given I rarely leave
I have different masks. One for work.
Another patriotic. I wear all at different times.
It depends on my mood hopeful
sometimes, painful other times,
but rarely removed
When customers, friends n family talk to me
about politics or the news
my face is my mask I put on when I'm depressed
I have playful ones but for my job,
disposable Funny not funny.
My private one simple and lovely.
I have so many, but mostly wear
my Edge of insanity
I have designed these masks
the ones I refuse to wear
hard to breathe
I have a lot of masks
but today it’s this one…
Standard but pretty on the front.
A smile, nod, wink that says everything’s just fine.
*Found Poem based on tweets found in this thread based on the question, “What’s your mask like?”
