I am ME
This is SHE
Hiding behind paper masks
Shadows of silk unfolding….. I am not
Her
The Dentist-Wide grin as she unplaits her hair,
hair like a lion’s mane.
Royal. Untamed.
The makeup here is a palette.
It does not define what is yours or what is mine.
Look not at the shell you inhabit, but, rather, embrace the skin within
YouAreWorthIt
All of your flaws, fears, worries, and tears
What you see on the silver screen are mosaics of dreams
Cheeky facades, ghosts that haunt your every waking scene
The players in those scripted games mean nothing here
They are just words upon a page, directions in the margins….
Cuts. Retakes. Lunch breaks.
That is what is real.
And yet, underneath, the dazzling heroines that dance across each of the scenes, whether ballrooms, perfect dates, or full moons beside the sea
always seem more real…..than you…..and me
The mirror is not reality
It is only a mirage
I like this Rachel it’s very lyrical and thought provoking
Thanks, I needed to get this out!