Category : Poems

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This is a missing page from a story written at a time where a masked individual realized he had been defeated by the one he was without the mask. 

Quite profound. 

No matter if my heart wore a frown, you would see a smile shining bright as I Waltzed about with the ghostly half of myself screaming so violently, yet no one ever heard a sound. 

No matter how hard he screamed, it seemed as if they all grew more and more silently. 

Each part of me fought over leading this dance, the one who wore a mask and the one who removed his long ago because it was only holding him back. 

Surrounded by many with a forced smile will fool those thinking I am okay, “I have so many different masks to fool them all with” the masked one would say. 

“Surrounded by many with such an artificial look may have you believe that you have everyone fooled!” Screams the unmasked one with a noticeable tone that he is no longer playing this game. 

“Once they glance into my eyes, once they see passed your foolish masks it is then they will see the future, present and past.” 

As this troubled man that I am turns around I lock eyes with a pair of golden brown eyes a cross the room. 

And in this present moment I caught a glimpse of the future as my mask untwined slipping of my face shattering on the floor becoming my past. 

At last, a dance without a mask of a haunting past. 

A breath of fresh air as I approach her. 
Locked in that stare the whole way there, vision becomes blurred and I fill with anxiety that I can’t bare. 

I grab her hand and ask “would you care for a dance?” As she replies “why of course, you are the bravest guy” 

Such a wholesome dance, full of life, passion as we get lost in a trance. 

I never wanted it to end, but then curiosity began to manifest, “Why was I the bravest?” 

Took a shot and asked only to hear her say “You seemed so troubled, lost at that. As we looked at each other you accepted vulnerability, now that right there, that is bravery.” 

I wore the masks to hide who was behind the masks. A battle within myself projecting a persona for those around me to accept me for what I am not and neglecting the true self within who was almost forgot but fought and never stopped leading him to achieve his goal of being the one person he dreams to become. 

As I seem to feel more sane at the loss of this insanity appears something; Not so much a thought or dream now, it’s become a reality. 

Sighed,
ThoseMeaningfulWords.
Victor “Zeek” Herrera Jr.