Just breathe

Some mornings,

The mask,

The armor slipped

so effortlessly into place;

a second skin she reveled in,

she conquered in.

 

And some mornings,

Weary from its weight,

Burdened by the lies,

She hoped,

Begged,

silently,

for someone to strip clean,

expose,

take it from her,

so her skin,

her soul

the fire within….

 

Could,

at last

breathe.

 

cswhitlow

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