Ozer Ministries Inc.
407 North Market Street, East Palestine, Ohio 44413 - 330-426-2147 - firstname.lastname@example.org
Nov. 12, 2020
Masks, many wear them
Some people, more than one They're covered by hundreds They think that they're done That life will be better And no one will know That
they're hiding behind something And that NO ONE cares to go Beyond the masks they wear To see what's really under True, many DON'T care Or for one second, wonder Why their need for so many? It screams of pain untold And not many dare go there To stand, and help fold Back the edges, many delicate And so easily broken Some, hard and fast A definite token Of wounds deep embedded Not even willing to look To go through the pain And have their foundation be shook It
is not an easy task To hold a mask, once removed And to see the pain left Lines of pain deeply grooved Into scars, the reminders Of a memory of the past That
once the mask removed The scar WILL last A reminder to show you From whence you came And also, a reminder To not go there, again...Connie R Jordan...
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