We all wear masks at times. Mine lately seem to be mask of the unknown future. Mask of a move. Mask of the old me. Mask of saying nothing & keeping the peace. Mask of hiding how scared I am of leaving my doctors. Mask of feeling forgotten.
You're right...sometimes too trusting still like the 12 year old child my mind seemed to stop at, yet I force the bravery as it is all I know to survive. Xxxooo
But underneath is the same scared little girl. She's also brave and trusting under those masks--it's what keeps her going.
ReplyDeleteYou're right...sometimes too trusting still like the 12 year old child my mind seemed to stop at, yet I force the bravery as it is all I know to survive. Xxxooo
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