Masquerade

Life is a masquerade ball. Everyone hiding their true selves, their identities. Trying to find the one who will finally let you take off your mask, and reveal your face. Often, it is difficult to trust after a betrayal. Someone you thought you could trust, but was just another blank-faced stranger. The pain will push you further back behind your mask. Building a wall to protect your injured spirit. Hoping, yearning, that you will heal someday and find true trust and hope. Until you find that special person, you hurry through life, clutching your mask, dressed up in your costumes, afraid to trust, to hope, to heal. Healing comes from pain. Trust comes from betrayal. Love comes from healing. Healing brings hope.