Disrobe this statue!
Something real lies beneath
Rising every morning to adorn that mask,
do you wonder what thoughts would cross minds if they could see the underneath?
What crisis would you encounter if the marble were to melt,
and sink through the perpetual prison you yourself set up with grinding teeth?
Would the string that binds together your shattered confidence fray at the edges?
What if your hushed and humbled insides asserted themselves and saw growth within reach, would you allow it to burst forth, and become visible? Or would you push it down inside where the space to retreat seems endless?