Permafrost Mask

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is one of the first poems I ever wrote. It was created in a somewhat darker period of my life. Notice that when it's centered, it's shaped like a queen chess piece. That bit of irony amused me a little. Enjoy.

Submitted: July 04, 2008

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Look at me.
Do you like what you see?
The girl you see is a mask,
A shell of superficiality.
If you could see inside of me,
You could not comprehend, would not believe.
My mask is my armor,
Saving me from the pain that feelings harbor.
I am a frigid Queen,
Safe inside my realm of ice;
Free of every love and vice.
Love?
That emotion I do not know.
It died with the real me,
Long ago.
My heart is a frozen void,
Safe and numb.
Will I ever feel again?
Can that day ever come?
It feels so much safer to be numb,
But that is just my frostbite.
To make me feel again would take great might.
The strength to understand,
Care,
And help me through.
Is there one that could remove this permafrost,
And wake the sleeping woman inside?
Will there be someone to remove my garish mask,
To find the beauty that I hide?
Only Father Time can tell if I will be rescued from this frigid hell.


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