The Lady in the Mask

Step right up and witness before your very eyes, something you have never ever seen. Something that has yet to be captured on screen or in photograph, the lady with the multi-faceted, prismatic mask that hides the bouquet of emotions, thoughts and characteristics. Not even the must cunning detective can correctly investigate her to determine the truth. . . . . .

In her loneliest moments, she wears a look of content. When her mind is puzzled, she can conceal her confusion with stern look of interest. "What's that you say? How am I today?" she responds with a gesture that could lead any woman or man to believe she is in control. When in reality, she is disguised in shades that will trick the common, human eye. She will say "I am fine" doubled with a affirming smile. But in all honesty she is close to tumbling like a stack of cards that would fold at the slightest whisper. She is a one straw away from completely shutting down and you would never see it coming or be able to explain how.

Why does she hide so, you wonder? Her strength, she believes, is in her deception. She sees no wrong because it's not to hurt anyone. . . . what she doesn't realize is that she is truly hurting herself. In her own existence, she has become a great magician, turning myth into reality, awing those around her with the talent she has developed and perfected. In her future, I see her rash reasoning becoming more and more frequent. . . . she will fade into the scenery, lose her very identity. . . concealing that which defines her. She is afraid because perception is reality and she would rather portray the fantasy.

Ask yourself as you look at your own reflection. . . . . . . . Am I the trickster? The unbelievably, prolific concealer? Turning faces into false cover-up and soft tones that can beguile the most clever. . . . . . . . . You must determine what you really want to choose. The Death of your spirit which is the inevitable or the Life of truth and transparency.