Swaying gently, suspended by strings
I find myself for the first time in decades relaxing,
Melting into the rhythmic movement.
Face to face with you,
Your gentle kisses on my forehead;
Such contentment.

We all wear different masks.
The mask of a smile when we're crying inside.
The mask that we have everything under control, when truly our life is out of control.
The mask of being sober when we're drunk.
The mask of intelligence when the truth is we dropped out of college.
The mask of being wealthy when there is a drawer full of credit card statements waiting to be paid.
The mask of being so busy and popular when in fact we sit alone at night.

Lose the masks. Be vulnerable. Be authentic. Be you.

The contents of the house divided.
The bank accounts drained.
The lawyers fat and happy on our hard to pay off debt.
Our children living in two houses, neither of which is their home.
We're divorced.
Now what?