Get up, it’s time to go
Don at dawn that mask you wear
Every morning; though you hate it
Carry it, like the two hundred others in your purse
Worn to be everything to everyone
Shattered selves, though they left you
Broken two hundred times passed
One for the Father, One for the Son,
One for the Mother, though she asked for none
One for the Daughter, who never was
Made to be Woman before she was young
One to the One you never wanted to be
And one-hundred ninety-four you’d rather not see
No one knows what it’s like
Living with all those fractures,
Those frustrating divides,
They just can’t see the weight of it all
Though they get caught up in its gravity
Never knowing the weight of what you wore
Or how it kept them from drifting out into orbit–
Lost, in dark matters, like time, and space,
Where they would see the same voids you found
On the dark side of them all, where you always hide yourself
Hoping they’ll never see what what you’ve seen
Lying, beneath every one.
I loved this one💕
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Thanks, I’m glad it resonated ❤
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