The Masquerade

The masquerade stands aloof and distant,
A look of deep fixation,
A show of authority,
Of even contempt,
Proud and arrogant.

But like a wall of ice,
Which can remain,
But only for a time,
The sunshine of spring,
Melts away the ice of winter,
The masquerade topples over ,
And slowly melts away.

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Marva Seaton is a Mom, Author, Blogger, and Poet. She is passionate about issues concerning woman and tries to highlight stories of those suffering abuse. She strongly believes in fairness, equality, and the empowerment of women. View all posts by marvaseaton