Masked Poem by Efren Petalver Carranza

Masked

Rating: 3.5


The skin is just a mask of flesh and bones
To be judged by its color of the outer look
Naked eyes can measure forms and hones
But blind to the soul living within this look

A smile can pretend to mask pain and sorrow
But it can capture and tame a genuine friend
To eye of one's image from head down to toe
It's as silly as a mindful-tongue that's unkind

A mirror can replicate the truest picture of us
But too mute to speak of what's hidden behind
Expensive clothes worn to cover a hairy ass
Serve same purpose as of that second hand

A blanket may hold us from cold in winter time
In a house, small or big, shielding us from rain
But what is a home if ugly souls are living in
To torment a mind to spawn again and again

Fresh apples sometimes need to be cut in piece
For these are always not as good as they seem
Same as humans' characters hidden in their flesh
Like worms swallowing that stupid pride in shame

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Reflections
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The world itself is not perfect and we are all part of its imperfections; as we say "we are only humans." And human emotions are variables that we all have alter egos - one way or the other - who make us an angel today and a villain tomorrow.

As the world turns, judge positively so we can see our reflections; they can be a mirror of our inner selves and the aura of our physical, mental, and spiritual attributions. Speak them clearly so we can hear ourselves, for it is nice to be heard as much as we wanted to hear them for ourselves.

In fact, human emotions are too fragile that when these are handled carefully they are attractive as they can be. If not, they break as sharp as a glass that one piece can cut both ways to make sure we bleed from the cause of our own act.

The truth is: no one knows, in a beat of a second, when these negative emotions rule, such negative actions yield negative reactions. Then, at some point, we realize how we deeply hurt others.

While few know how to beg for forgiveness, others are too stubborn to admit they are wrong and say, "They will never apologize for their own act of stupidity, and I say, "Let their guilt eat their souls slowly, " for God have given us a mind to separate right from wrong and when we directly ask His forgiveness, I am sure we are lightly cleaner than we remain self-centered - but much lighter to whom we've done wrong.

We all know that perfection simply does not exist. We all make mistakes and we commit them unconsciously. Mistakes, however, allow us to learn and change, and such changes can only be perpetuated by our own introspection and no one else until we bring the optimists in to our lives to lift us, inspire us, or even lead and direct us to see our reflections in the right places. Then, perhaps, we become a better person to be respected and loved as much as we will to others!
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