I once held dear to my mask. We so often hear tales of the wolf conquering the sheep. So much so that these vulnerabilities, as beautiful as they are, become hidden, camouflaged. The cowering sheep clutches to the mask of a wolf.
I watch as my friend becomes ... a mere sheep in wolves clothing, hiding behind the mask...covering her insecurities, but she's worn the mask so long, that the mask has become her....
so i whisper to her ...darling you are more beautiful than your mask could ever attempt to become.
O how i love to watch her smile, and her mask fall.
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