Digital collage by S. Auberle ~"Masquerade"
multi-media, hand colored pastel & watercolor
that every one except her knew
in their stern pulpits knew…
how to go through this world
purely, with wisdom the girl felt
It seemed to her that she was broken
or missing something and, somehow,
as she grew, and like other women
she chose several…good girl,
She couldn’t see well in them,
but it didn’t matter--this way
no one would know her true self.
that other people wore masks—
crooked ones, shabby ones,
masks that had
been trampled on the ground.
and I wish I could tell you a happy ending…
even the finest masks wear out.
Feathers and jewels drop, one by one.
The edges tatter and tear, till
one day, the masquerade ends.
naked, scarred, criss-crossed
with living. She
tenderly, to be sure….and finds herself
She was never