Her name is Feelings.
She dances onto center stage of my heart
twirling, glittering
pushing the Other into darkened corner,
beautiful face hidden from view.
I wait to see.
Will her perfect features light
the stage
Or will she be wearing
one of those masks?
Her mask of Discouragement,
with down-turned mouth
and hooded eyes,
portends a day heavy and dark,
words of condemnation
ringing in my ears.
Worry's mask, eyes anxiously
looking all around,
foretells hours of
imagined terrors,
a frantic trying to
gain control.
The eyes in the mask of fear
cause me to look away,
to long for a place
of safety
to hide behind voice
loudly spewing words
that hurt and demean.
With sigh of relief
I see she wears the
mask of happiness and
satisfaction today;
together we will chase
joy at breakneck speed,
stuff the other masks
behind her back
and let self have her way.
The other waits quietly
in darkened corner;
waits for awakening
to the truth
that Feelings is a false friend,
her promises empty
her ways destructive.
Faith waits,
face serene and glowing,
feet firmly grounded
on Words that have
stood the test of time;
on the testimony of lives transformed,
filled with joy, peace and contentment.
She waits to take center stage.
linking to Emily's imperfect prose today
Blessings,
Linda
