Anxiety, Depression, Mental Health, Poetry, prompts, Writing

Depth

Posted by TheMelancholySpitfire on

She thinks she knows her masks
herself and all her depths
deceived,
no puzzle solved
new pieces shown
her flesh and bones
engrained inside her wary soul.

prompt: “masks”

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  1. Nitin says:
    January 6, 2018 at 7:16 pm

    I feel the very same way about myself Emily. Guilty, sorrowed, apathetic and so many other weird realities that I can’t decipher.

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    1. spokenwords1979 says:
      January 6, 2018 at 7:18 pm

      Yes, a continuing conundrum.

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