I wear a mask every day
A father’s mask in the morning
An employee’s mask by the day
The exhausted body wants to throw it away
But the mask encompasses me by the night
Next day the routine starts all over again
Want to break this web
And tear open the fabric
Woven around duty and responsibility
I dream of a face
Serene and solemn but
Without the mask
On a Sunday morning
The mirror on the wall
Introduced me to that face
The raw face has anguish
And many other emotions I have never seen
I ran away in a horror reflex
To the comfort of the mask
That I wear every day
