Burying My Masks in Sacred Ground

Wanderlust for the lost

Photo by Adrien Wodey on Unsplash

There’s no sacred palace,
at least none I believe in.
I’m jumping from a cliff;
leaving my old self stiff.

That one saying yes hoping to come across
a cunning psychic who knows I meant to say no.
I’m burying my masks; hiding from those that
can’t stand seeing me…