Unmasked

A constant state of questioning - What am I? Who Am I? And Why?

Coveting wings so away I could fly

Ill-fated feathers, they fail me, unmasking the tears

Misdiagnosed and misunderstood for eternal years.

The woman I am seeks out joy, love and sun.

The girl I was once was, remains quiet; undone.

My masks are assembled, arranged by my mind

In preparation for the next battle of mine.

Why no longer matters. I will and I can.

That is what I found. That is who I am.