At times I hide behind a mask,
disguising who I am
and the frailties that I possess.
But then
the voice of my spirit emerges
and reminds me that
we all fall short of perfection.
And that those who appear perfect
are wearing a mask as well.
So, instead of hiding,
I am prompted to embrace
my imperfections with love.
and with this inner shift
of self acceptance,

a radiance shines forth
surpassing any physical adornment
I could ever possibly hide behind.

By Rita Loyd

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© 2000, Rita Loyd