An autobiographical glimpse into this writer's life. |
The man behind the mask, Fear, humility, pain, What could showing a paltry face ever chance to gain? The man behind the mask who never chose to try was so afraid of falling that he never dared to fly. He dreamt of many things but nothing could console his voice that would not sing or his empty wasting soul. The man behind the mask always seemed apart never among the strong never among the smart but never losing faith ever clinging to his hope that God would keep him safe. Through God, was how he coped. The man behind the mask by God’s unending love found a girl to love him. His flaws she thought not of. A spouse he soon became. Three perfect girls were born who lit his heart aflame nevermore to be forlorn. The man behind the mask forgot all of his woes. He was born to be their father. To the greatest heights he rose. Past pain had been his boon, past err, past fail, past ache. God built from these, the man’s cocoon. The past for future’s sake. The man behind the mask whose grief and pain had passed emerged anew from his Godly cocoon and shed his mask… at last. |