The doubt and fear begin to fall away.
I grasp the mask in my trembling hand.
I have worn it like a shield of sorts; it has become a part of me.
But the time has arrived to strip the mask away.
To yield only that which is true.
I claw at the mask with both hands now.
Pieces begin to break away.
It shatters in my hands.
I make fists and crumble the pieces into dust.
And then I look up.
Reflecting in the mirror is a face I hardly recognize.
Yet, it is one I have missed.
There you are, girl.
I’ve been looking everywhere for you.
© 2021 by Kelly Michelle
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