False Mask

Avoiding eye contact
she carries on as normal,
forcing thoughts back
deep into her mind.

Her head aches,
the base of the neck in pain,
she carries on regardless,
a false mask
hiding the sadness.

A friend in passing,
their hand clasps the arm,
a gentle squeeze – they know!

Grateful for the small comfort
her heart beats,
a void shows,
the pain eases.

A small flit between doors,
they briefly open,
she knows:
the barriers will break,
the floods will release,
but they pass,
the doors close.

The mask remains

by Jamie Masq

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