I mask a mask of
survival that has
overstayed its welcome like
drizzle after a storm
The mask is a shapeshifter
an excuse spitter, so naturally
it dreads questions that reveal
its truest nature, so I dare ask
What do you fear to admit?
How deep is your survivors’ guilt?
What disappointments do you hide?
What memory do you block through denial?
Does grief stop you from loving again?
Which illusions make you stay the same?
What are the attachments that you can’t let go of?
The answer is the realisation
that the question needs an exploration
into its deepest roots
into the unconscious you
that will come forward in pain or
rain that will subside
and open up a new sky
of your new iridescence life
NaPoWriMo Day 28: Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s).
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