Mask Poem by Cindy Thacher

Every day as if at the fair,
We choose which mask that's pleasant to wear.

Unconsciously asking, 'Who do I want to be today?
What character do I need to portray? '

Maybe a fearless clown, hiding the stuffing within,
As a king's jester, with chagrin.

If the mask were to needlessly tear,
We would 'shop' for another mask to wear.

Perhaps this mask portrays a brilliant wizard,
Only to be lost in a wicked blizzard.

Or, maybe a virtuoso with paintings like Renoir,
Hanging the works on the wall of the boudoir.

Someday the mask will fall from our face,
And with love, courage, and favor, we will embrace.