Disguised beneath layers ever so seamless Sewn together with intricate pattern and stitch Embroidered smiles and elaborate costumes Well rehearsed, prepped and ready for performance Play the cards, pluck the strings, sing the songs Play the parts, put on the grandest of shows
The funniest thing is that not a one knows The amount of rights and wrongs The close proximity, yet vast distance How hands ache, shake, and twitch Some think it to be needless But never could that be further from the truth
Each and every door within each and every floor Of the corridors of my mapless mind The maze that it is Holds puzzles, pieces, and clues To the one hidden just beneath the surface Dreaming of once again seeing the light After after such plight
Every mask Every side Delicate fabrics and fragile seams Sewn with trembling hands Guide an inexplicable force Perhaps a strange task Hidden among wildest dreams Set for an unknown course
With each that falls away Another takes their place A mysterious entity Behind the face Beneath the handiwork of the seamstress Sewing and patching every hole Desperate for every layer to stay Remain no matter the cost All for what purpose? What is it that they hide, That they hold so near and dear? Such is unknown, Or perhaps forgotten Lost in the course of time
- Jay M April 30th, 2021
Pulchra Persona, Latin for "Beautiful Mask". I keep leaving things lying around and forgetting to add them here.