Masquerade

Each day is a masquerade,

I hide beneath my mask as I watch the world, safe from its prying eyes

Closely I guard my soul, fearful of its release.

Days pass and I begin to share a little, yet still holding back, not sure if I feel completely safe.

Time continues on, I stand alone as the mask drops to the ground, the time has come to rid myself of its comfort, yet still I desire its comfort

Life is full of its cruelties, and behind the mask I find my comfort.

For now I have learned I can face the world, but when my strength wains, there in the safety of my mask I find my strength is reborn.

Fantasy

Come away with me to a land far beyond where fancy’s flight is real. Fairies and elves dance by moonlight to the beat of the shepherd’s drum. Fields of clover with leprechaun’s gold small brooks bubbling by. On the seas brave men search for the dreams that have long eluded many.
Moonlight dances ore shimmering fields that whisper of the nights festivities. Flute and drum echo in the woods carrying the spirits laughing as they go. Childlike and innocent are they who come alive proud and strong. A world kept hidden and safe where few know the way and fewer find it. But come with me and I will show you the way. Come away with me to a land far beyond where fancy’s flight is real.

It

It is a bitter pill to swallow and it only seems to deepen before it finally fades away.

It causes one to weep torents of tears filled with pain and frustration as your herat crys out why?

To experiance the joy we must also feel the pain but sometimes you wonder why you feel so much all at once. You wonder if fate has an ironic sense of humor for trice it has delt you pain. Joy is in your future, but at times like this when it consumes your heart you wonder if it is all true.