Scarred by sundry blemishes
Tarnished many times over
By different people, different places.
Disguises created by exigency
protect me from a cruel world
Concealing these weary eyes thus
closing the windows to my psyche.
Like an island, I remain
Isolated from these tangible dimensions
Sheltered in an armor of self-sufficiency
Oblivious to worldly pain.
Revelation will come tomorrow
Facades all forgone
Beholding all my natural beauty
unMASKED for all to know.