when the masks fell

when the masks fell
and we were revealed
each one of us, our skins
we screamed in anger
and in shame
unable to face the world
with just our names
the ones we chose to hide our words
when in despair, we carved out
with swords
the hearts of many who
never believed
that we’d amount to something
or give us reprieve
for being human, for being
so unfailingly open to the world
and so gullible
if only to allow the feelings
to seep in
to soak through our defenses
and mold us
from within
to yank away the layers
we hide behind
and reveal the truth that lies
so the masks fell
but we’ll be alright
for we’re writers, we reveal
what others hide
out of sight.


*Image by @Designthewild on DeviantArt

Pandora’s Box

Which emotion(s) — joy, envy, rage, pity, or something else — do you find to be the hardest to contain?


Envy is my nemesis,
it’s the one that gets me real good
each time I think of those who have what I covet
it’s the one sin that I’ve long understood
that not everyone is created equal,
that some have more than you and me
some are gifted with luck and good fortune
it’s the luck of the draw, that’s how things will always be
So envy sits in a little box
till she’s ready to be set free
awaiting that moment when I’m lost
forgetting everything that I already have in me
good health, good fortune,
even love I don’t deserve
but Pandora often pays no mind
as the box lies there, waiting to be disturbed
by something or other –
it could be anything
for envy is my nemesis
seeking opportunity to spring.

Daily Prompt