feelings buried deep inside,
like pearls in beach sand,
the water only wetting the surface,
people only see the mask.
it takes a true heart,
like an innocent kid,
stumbling upon the pearls while digging for pebbles,
to harvest one’s deepest vaults.
in search of one such soul,
like a turtle scouting every yard of sand,
looking for the most secure of places to give birth,
i walk the world, waiting for someone to rip off that mask.
some people are destined to wear a mask for eternity,
a part of me, ruled by fear, trembles and quivers at that thought.
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