Divorce can be an opportunity  for you to remove the mask that you hide behind.  This is a beautiful divorce poem that I found describing the masks we wear.

Please hear what I am not Saying

Don’t be fooled by me.  Don’t be fooled by the face I wear.  I wear a mask, I wear  a thousand masks.  Mask s that I am afraid to take off – and none of these masks are me.  Pretending is an art that is second nature with me.  Don’t be fooled, for God’s sake, don’t be fooled.  I give you the impression that I am secure, that all is sunny and calm and I am in commas, ad that I need no one.  But please don’t believe me.  My surface may seen smooth but my surface is my makes, my ever varying and ever concealing make.

Beneath lies not smugness, no complacence.  Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.  But I hide this.  I don’t want anybody to know it.  I panic at the thought of my weakness and my fear of being exposed.  that’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant, sophisticated facade to help me pretend, to whiled me from the glance that knows.  But such a glance is what I need.  And I know it.  That is, if the glance is followed by acceptance and if it’s followed by love.

It can kelp me liberate me from myself, from my own self-built prison walls, from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.  It will assure me of what I can’t assure myself, that I am really something.  But I don’t tell you this, I don’t dare.  I’m afraid to.  I’m afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love.  I’m afraid you’ll think less of me, that you’ll laugh, discover I’m just o good and reject me.  So I play my game, my desperate, pretending game with a facade of assurance without, and with a trembling child within.

And so begins my parade of masks, the glittering, but empty parade of masks.  My life become a front.  I widely chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.  I tell you everything thai is nothing and nothing that is everything, and nothing of everything, of what’s crying inside me.  So when I’m going through my routine, do not be fooled by what I’m saying.  Please listen carefully and try to hear what I am not saying.  What i would like to be able to say.  What for survival I need to say.  But what I can’t say.

I dislike hiding.  Honestly, I dislike the surface game I am playing, the superficial phoney.  I;d like to be really genuine and spontaneous even when thats the last thing I seem to want or need.  You can help wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the living dead.  You can help call me into aliveness.  Each time you;re kind and gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow winds, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings.  With your sensitivity and compassion and your power of understanding, you can breathe life into me.  I want to know that.  I want you to know how important you are to me.  How you help me find the real person that is inside of me if you choose to .  Please choose.

You can help me break down the wall behind which I tremble.  You can help me remove the mask  You can help real ease me from my lonely prison .  So no not pass me by.  Please don’t pass me by.    It will not be easy for you.  My long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.  The nearer you approach me, the blinder I might strike back.  It’s irrational, but despite what books say about a person, I am irrational  I fight against the very I cry out for.  But I am told that love is stronger than strong wall, and in this lies my hope.  My  only hope.  Please try to beat down my wall with firm hands, but gentle hands, for my inner child is very sensitive.

Who am I you may wonder?  I am someone you know very well. For I am every mans and women meet.  I am the person right in front of you!  ~ Author Unknown

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