Exposed
Losing face…exposed!
I once again compose this weak flesh
into something impenetrable
as I construct my new disguise.
Hammering smooth the offending lines
mouth set just so-
eyes placed to hoodwink
the thickness of my skin gauged.
Confident of the mask
feeling somewhat copasetic.
© Rebekka Sanchez 2015
Shared with Poets United.
Capricious Poet 
I suppose we all have the ability for changing ourselves…whether they are masks or just different facets….it’s all about terminology.
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Indeed Mary! Thank you for coming by.
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What a clever poem – read several times and looked at the image..and saw the face and the hammer marks..we all lose face i suppose and adopt a mask perhaps
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Thank you that’s a great compliment Jae!
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Don’t we all need some kind of mask.? Love this.
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Every single day Bjorn. Thank you!
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Ha, I love the process of composing “this weak flesh into something impenetrable”. If only, hey? Smiles. This was fun to read and imagine.
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I appreciate it Sherry! Thanx!
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aha, what satisfaction!…really love the inner process of building up the guise…wow…great lines…
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Very kind of you, thank you, Sumana!
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