…a stab at poetry

IMG_0055She slowly, meticulously removed the masks

from her face.

One by one, each time a bit slower than the last.

The deep seeded fear rose to her fingertips,

trembling as she prepared to remove the last of these shields.

“Will they still love me?”, she thought.

“Will they still want me around?”

“Will.

They.

Still.

Love.

Me???”

Soon,

She knew.