Year after year
donning Mardi Gras masks
which have become as comfortable as old shoes.
Yet, while I write masks are slowly shed...
a snake shedding its' skin revealing the real me.
Words ripping, tearing and shredding.
The removal of old wallpaper.
Each layer of masks stripped
revealing more of a glimpse of an authentic me.
No longer a need to hide behind masks to win approval.
Suffering I've hidden behind masks is now just pain.
A pain I no longer face alone.
Free from masks I start to find true freedom at last...