Enfoldment

Winter enfolds my many faces
soothes scars left by scorching words
darkness a refuge.
But come spring―
call me by any name
and I will let go of dead weight
shed offended mask
to stand exposed my many faces
interchangeable.

Image Courtesy: A Dash of Sunny
Image Courtesy: A Dash of Sunny

Note: The poem is in response to Sanaa at Prompt Nights, “Life is a masquerade. You never know might be hiding behind a mask or facade.”

27 Comments

  1. Winter is a time to be enfolded, contemplative, a healing darkness and then spring and my spirit awakens – a time to begin anew. We all have our masks, wisdom is knowing which to let go of. Lovely read, Khaya

  2. Whistles!!❤️? This is absolutely mesmerizing a write, Khaya 😀 you had me at the opening lines; the imagery, the pacing of the poem and the tone completely draws the reader in! Especially love “But come spring― call me by any name and I will let go of dead weight” sigh.. beautifully rendered. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤️?

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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