Remove the Mask Unveil the Man
A Poem | A remembrance | An InvitationThis poem began as something private.
A reckoning. A return. An attempt to put words to something that had taken most of my life to understand, the mask I wore wasn't weakness; it was adaptation. And that beneath it, the boy I'd left behind was still there, waiting not to be fixed, but to be met.
It's a poem about the mask we learn to wear early, how it forms, what it costs, and what becomes possible when we finally lay it down. A story of coming home.
You can listen to me read it below, or take it at your own pace in the full poem beneath.
John
This poem is part of a wider practice, exploring identity, emotional disconnection, and what it means to come home to yourself.
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