I am a series of masks....a menagerie of false me's I show to the world,
I gauge the threat of the world outside... those in the world are my attackers,
How can I feel safe?
What is safety?
Where is my Heavenly Father?
I pick up my mask, trying one by one, realizing they no longer fit....
They slip...and I am naked.
They show traces of the real me underneath and I must discard them.
What can I do but confront the mirror once again....Is this who I am?
How do I know who this is peering back at me?
Wait!
Is that a smile I see in her eyes and the corner of her mouth?
That reflection isn't so bad after-all!
And vaguely familiar.
Hello me....shall we do lunch?
