Carrying On

Some may call
what I do
hiding.

They'd be right.

I hide from myself-
Simply because-
I know who- They think I am.
But, I haven't ever really known-
the real Me.

Spent so much time hidden-
Behind a mask that was-
hot and cracked-
that breathing free-
is a painful impossibility.

Slowly, I'm learning-
To dance under the stars-
and carry their light in my heart-
when reality seems-
too heavy to bear.