Originally posted June 26, 2012



The masks can be seen on any street
Upon the faces of the people we meet.
Behind the smiles and glowing faces
Are lonely, or scared, or hurting traces
Of worlds that are hidden from any and all
That would try to get behind the wall.
They say the masks are for others
To protect them from the bothers
Hidden in the soul and mind
Of the one trying to be kind
By keeping their pains hidden from any and all
As they cower behind the wall.
But truth be known for a fact
That it is a shallow desperate act
To protect self from more pain
Even though there is so much to gain
Through being true to self with any and all
By looking out from behind the wall.
Once someone is let in to take a peek
As they search for the love they seek
The humanity of the frailties they show
Endears them to the ones who know
That it cannot remain hidden from any and all
When one comes out from behind the wall.
by Pamela K. B. Young
Photos taken by PKBY at the Mardi Gras museum in 2002.

Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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