to hide my pain.
My story is that
it helps me to stay connected.
If you saw what’s underneath,
you’d run screaming.
It is hard to connect with The Face
since it keeps me from seeing
the love and care
that is flowing from you.
Removing The Face,
my reservoir of mattering
is slowly filling up again.
It has cracks.
The love is not contained.
It flows into me
through me
back out into the world.
That is power.
To know my mattering
To know that i am loved.
To love.
In community, the reservoir
doesn’t dry out again.
The Face cannot sustain itself
without a drought.
Feeling the love
i can step into my power.
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