So soft, so pure, you are afraid to touch for fear she will crack.
The color of her eyes capturing the beauty of a sea being tossed by a storm.
She is so wild, yet too fragile to be tamed.
Her garments are made of beauty and passion.
They seemed to swirl around her with ease;
Like the wind that weaves his arms through the trees.
She is perfectly curved.
Her figure speaks grace and hope;
Hope that she may find true love.
Is he the right one?
Or more of the right question,
Is she?
She is so sure,
So sure that he will love her forever and ever.
But her façade will eventually end,
The mask will soon fall to the ground
And her wounds shall finally bleed through the fine fabrics.
She will no longer be the person he wanted her to be.
She will be as me.
Her wails will fill the silent nights
“I never wanted this!” she’ll scream.
“I always just wanted to be me!”
Will be what she cries.
She hates the mask he has placed on her face.
It no longer protects her scars,
But instead makes them to bleed.
The velvet inlay that covers her face that use to protect her scars and imperfections,
Now seemed to only remind her just how truly ugly her secret is.
She weeps, blood mixing with tears;
For she knows the real she,
Is truly ugly.
The lies and shame are too hard to bear.
She has tried before to reveal who she is.
Her trembling fingers have worked so hard to rip the beauty mask from her face.
A beautiful façade that will soon destroy her,
But he was always there to stop her.
His strong hand grabs hold of hers
Stopping her from unveiling the ugly truth.
“That is not the real you under there.” He would soothe.
“The person I see is much better.” He says to her.
Too ugly to be truly seen, the mask is set back in its supposedly perfect place.
Never to be taken away.
What’s underneath not to be seen,
As though it was not really there.
What was under, never existed.
It is the unwanted façade.
But as I had said before this act will soon come to an end.
When the mask finally slips away.
And so it has.
He now looks at her with disgust and regret.
She cries and pleads for him to except her,
To look beyond the scars and the blemished face.
For what seems like an eternity he just stared.
Not a word came out of his mouth.
Like a statue he didn’t move.
Then with a single tear that dripped down his face
He simply just shook his head.
She watched in horror as he bent down for the mask:
His beautiful fantasy,
A place where he’s the Hero and she’s the whore.
It is his perceived reality,
Nothing more.
With a tender touch that he use to save for her
He picked it up, brushed it off and held it close.
“He treats it as if it were real.”
“How could he, when the one that loves him is right here?”
But he doesn’t notice the love that calls.
He only notices his façade
As he walks away
Telling it that everything will be okay.
Now do not worry about the girl with eyes of the sea.
She has found true love.
“How do I know this?” well you see
The girl that I speak of… is me.
And with Yahweh and Yahshua’s forgiveness and love
I am free.
