The Masks We Wear

As the layers of survival fall off,

I choose not to wear my mask today.

What is left is me.

Unedited.

Unfiltered.

Uncensored.

The tension that was holding me together slides off…

and yet I am still standing…

here…

strong and unwavering in my softness.

Moving from the inside out.

Heart beating.

Homestrong.

Softly touched by a new found state of being.

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