This is in response to Sadje’s Weekly Photo Prompts on #Whatdoyousee
My life is an open book
I do not believe in masks
You can see me as I am
Touch me , hurt me,
Even heal me if you like
But I have a wall around my heart
Which you cannot break
Or cross over even if you want
You cannot see , feel , touch , hurt or heal
What’s within…its safely ensconced
I have a perfect armour erected around
But not a masquerade …no
I do not believe in masks
That can slide off anytime
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A very profound poem Geeta! The face is visible and defenseless but the heart is protected. Beautiful. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you very Sadje.
Good morning 🌞
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Good morning to you too my friend
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lovely poem, Geeta.
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Thank you so much Usha
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You are welcome.
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Such a profound poem! I personally often ponder about this conundrum- how do I allow my heart to be open while still keeping it safe and guarded?
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Emotional safety is difficult to attain.
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