~ MY MASK ~
A mask I placed upon me, the day that that Demi died,
The price it cost was her life, a mask you can not buy.
It is recognized by other moms, that wear the same disguise,
They wear one too, just like me, the day their child dies.
Hence that day I have been diligent, with a daunting task.
To recreate the assortment, of my many masks.
I have constructed them carefully; you think your seeing me,
I wear them to bring you comfort of the way I used to be.
Wearing a mask I discovered, it helps me day to day,
It protects me from the outside world and keeps their questions at bay.
The mask replaces my face beneath, to all I’m looking well
However, if they saw beneath this mask exposes just a shell.
You say that you have seen me, a mother in despair,
Upon my face is dreadful pain, no mother would want to wear.
I understand if you look away, for what is one to say?
That is why I wear a mask upon my face today.
When I am home, I am safe, a place of needed reprieve
The mask I wear it melts away, exposing my face to me.
With tears I cry “Please help me Lord, this pain I can not bear”
This ache that lives in me, there’s nothing that compares.
See me today; 6 years gone by without my daughter here.
The uncomfortable mask is getting old that covered my greatest fear,
I am living through the toughest time, a parent could achieve.
To pull the weight of this world with a child in eternity.