Ever feel useless
Like the words spilling unevenly off the page

Feeling inclined to do so
Overlooking all you have done
Only contributing to a blank page

The urge to be pulled up
Lifted away by an illusion
One that we can not see unmasked
But still run for cover around the corner
Waiting for the knock
The sting and strain do not go away
Taking a few breaths to keep moving

Eyes shut unmoved waiting for the light show
To distract and conduct the chaos
That falls to your knees as the light show ends

Now face to face with the masked figure

Standing ground
Feet planted unable
Unwilling to be lifted as they rise

Face to face
Admiring the deep disfigurement
Trying to decipher the eyes behind the facade
The mask comes loose

Only to see the crimson eyes  
Of someone scared to reveal themselves any further
than they allowed

The space between
Now gone
Welcoming the warmth
With a smile the masked figure is gone

Catch that lost breath
Return the forgotten pase
Pick up the pieces and make them mean something