Aug 14 2008
Breathing Mask
A mask, a sign of morality–trying to keep numb when I know the time will come when all is said and done and no turning back, a lump in my throat trying to relax but we all know there’s a subtle unrest as I blink back tears realization dawns; numb is not acceptable, tears irrefutable– not expressing inexcusable. Painful to show the love when loving hurts; selfless perhaps–ego destroyed, sweetness of iman trying to sustain because without the True Reality ever present I am in pain.
