We put them on
as if everyday is Halloween.
These faces.
The work face.
The friend face.
The home face.
The parent face.
The “everything is alright” face.
We get so practiced at switching
from one to another,
almost no one notices.
They see the face we show them.
Sometimes, when we’re alone,
we wonder,
where is the “me” face?
But we’ve crafted the faces
so carefully;
we’ve played our parts,
so diligently;
we think it could all fall apart,
so easily;
and “me” stays hidden,
almost completely.
Until it doesn’t.
There comes a day
when you tire of wearing faces.
So, you make the choice
and do the work
to face the fear of rejection.
You peel them off,
one
by
one.
You begin to see
who you’ve become.
Now it’s no longer a choice
of what face to wear,
you don’t have to choose
YOU are already there.