“Mask”
Departing from familiar,
while waiting in the wings.
Superficial filler,
a price for everything.
Can’t know where I am going,
unless I look the part.
Surface image dweller,
venom in my heart.
A mirror gives me courage,
with each and every glance.
A copacetic mirage,
given half a chance.
A devout and vintage sinner,
my vocation preconceived.
A talented bread winner,
prisoner to my conceit.