The Mask

If I look deep inside myself
I would find that secret place
no one could ever know

The plastic molding
merely a ribbon of color
looking back at me

A room of quiet solitude
with windows to the sky
rain pouring down
only on the other side

Music softly heals from within
radiant light of melting truth
love of long last lies beyond
the weight of the human skin.

by Melissa L. Pelletier

Comments (2)

Emily's poetry speaks as if she were simply telling a story to a group of people, in opposed to thru the written word....Authentic...personal....EMILY!
Emily dickinson is a laconic lady....all her poems are short and sweet.....but with a high meaning....its one of them.....