Above the surface
our masks are all we see,
the same ones
that hide what's true
we cannot outrun them.
Above the surface
the scars that sleep
awaken to a new dawn,
my thoughts resurface
like the early morning dew.
Above the surface
our true nature slumbers,
the only thing we see
are mirror images
images of our true selves.
Above the surface
our tears are superficial,
only the soul knows
what pain exists within
these words are all there is.
Above the surface
our words never matter,
they once did
but it never shows
above the surface.
© Adiela Michael Osiah
©2022
