I too have worn my mask of sorts <br />It's now resting on the post, of my small bed. <br />My mirror reveals its surprise, <br />That lay under, the mask now shed. <br /> <br />It reveals a woman whose memories hurt sometime <br />You can see that, amongst the lines deeply etched into her skin. <br />Of the lovers she's had, that broke her heart <br />But that's not where, her truest of story begins. <br /> <br />It began while she was ten or so <br />At the hand of her Father, so endeared. <br />While taking this small frame of child <br />Forcing now her womanhood, which later in life did fear. <br /> <br />How sad is her tear-filled mirror's gaze <br />As she remembers that day, so long ago. <br />It remains however hidden shielded deep <br />Behind a mask, that her life's misery had sowed. <br /> <br />Her lips now urn for a lovers tender kiss <br />Her body shivers, from the lack of a true loves warmth. <br />All now hidden behind a mask of pretend happiness <br />Acting out in a clown like painful remorse. <br /> <br />By: Linda Winchell<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-behind-the-mask/
