Allowing my heart to Breathe
My face,
molded into a serious mask,
fashioned by my social anxiety,
greets people
like ‘en guarde’ in fencing.
Wary of loosing an eye,
they also slip on a
mask
of distance,
unaware that
anxious pressure
configured
my mask,
not a desire to fence.
I am trying
to take it off,
put it down,
let it gather dust.
On occasion,
how nice it is,
to get it off my face;
allowing my heart to breath
and paint my face
with feelings
undiluted by fear.
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