Sta.sh
Seeing Deeper
by ~laylapersiaThe scars on my wrist represent pain;
- hurt which I wear just beneath my sleeve.
Also on my heart.
- Hidden, yet no less intense.
Moreso, for all the scars which we wear and show the world
- pale by comparison to those hiding beneath the surface.
- Escaping only as sobs or shrieks of pain in solitude.
The mask we wear for the world is not us.
- Only a part of us.
Something we cover our true selves with
- as clothing covers and protects our bodies,
or sunglasses our eyes;
even in the absence of the sun.
We hide.
We hope that people will be attracted to our mask.
We live days pretending that even we cannot see past.
The truth lies within.
- The truest beauty,
- deepest hurt,
- greatest aspirations,
- and fears
- -- within.
Loving the mask is loving an idea.
- The person: the living, feeling being
- lies beneath, behind, inside.
- Nowhere
- and everywhere.
A naked soul:
- without form.
- without sex;
- without gender,
- skin color,
- or even skin.
- Without height,
- weight,
- eye color,
- or even eyes.
- Without hair, or hair style.
- Without even voice.
- These temporary masks --
- will fade and deteriorate.
To love truly is to see past the shell:
- to know
- and cherish;
- to understand
- the individual beneath.
Layla Mah
9/25/2011
