Behind Your Mask

In the quiet of your mind,
Where only you can truly tread,
A mirror waits, its light so kind,
Reflecting all that’s left unsaid.

Step closer, feel the warmth, the glow,
A gentle light that softens pain,
It sees the depths you barely show,
The truths you hold in silent reign.

In this space, where you are known,
No need for masks or guarded gaze,
Here, every part of you has grown,
In light that soothes, in soft arrays.

As you breathe, just let it be,
Let these words, like whispers, weave,
Feel the ties that set you free,
In ways that only you perceive.

You are more than what you show,
More than just a fleeting glance,
Here, your spirit’s free to flow,
In this quiet, tender dance.

And as you stand, the world grows still,
Time fades away, its edges blur,
You feel a pull, a gentle thrill,
A whisper that begins to stir.

What do you see behind your mask?
What whispers speak in soft, sweet tones?
Here, there’s no unspoken task,
Just a space where your heart’s known.

This place, it knows your every shade,
Each light, each dark, each in-between,
In every breath, you are displayed,
In ways you’ve never fully seen.

Feel the warmth within your chest,
A comfort that begins to grow,
In this space, you’re free to rest,
And let the deepest feelings flow.