It's a puppet show!
Try on the different faces.
Discard the ones you're jealous of,
the ones that remind you of your old self.
Find the ones that stand out,
the unique ones,
the ones that make you someone
in the eyes of someone else.
Let the masks meld into an unholy deity,
a two-faced, three-faced,
many-faced monster
disguised in botox and cover-up.
A marionette given false hope
of invisible strings.
All the unique individuals
dancing the same dance
not noticing the choreography.
All lies of poets and priests
till we cut the strings
till we give ourselves a good scrubbing
till we have faces.
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4 comments:
till we have faces.....im glad your writing again man. i enjoy
jake these are brilliant!...this is one of my favorites
nice poem. Please note that I said poem.
That is a big step for me.
Also, I didn't feel like I had to cite a reference for C.S. Lewis' Till We Have Faces, because it was so obvious. But anyways, there it was.
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