I have a collection,

Of masks that I wear.

Some say “I’m OK,”

Others show that I care.

There’s a smart looking one,

That I wear when I work,

And one that looks angry,

When someone’s a jerk.

A seductress for fun,

And a clown face for play,

And you just never know,

Which I’m wearing today.

I thought this featured image was perfect for the prompt. It’s kind of colorful and fun, but a little eerie—kind of like how I feel about clowns. It’s another one in the collection that was inspired by a Pinterest find, with my own twist on it.

The poem is an exaggeration of how I feel at times, when I start thinking that I’m not being authentic. What I’ve found over time is that much of that has to do with moods. My moods rise and set like the sun and the moon, and change like the seasons, so no one—including myself—is quite sure what the day will bring, or what is coming next.

Anyway, I appreciate the fact that you took a minute to read my poetry, so thank you for that. I hope you found something enjoyable here!

Written for RDP Tuesday: Mask


Faded Blues

The authentic self is the soul made visible.

Sarah Ban Breathnach

This photograph reminds me of my favorite pair of jeans— a nice shade of blue; comfortable and worn; and the perfect amount of fade. I love jeans. I have more jeans than I care to admit. Styles and sizes vary.

Jeans make me feel authentic.

When I’m in my jeans, I’m free to be me (sounds like a commercial). I can sit, stand, walk, hike, run, climb or dance… and everything feels right.

Formal attire, on the other hand, has the opposite effect. It feels like I’m wearing someone else’s clothes—clothes that don’t belong to me. Formal wear feels inauthentic to me.

Which brings me back to feeling like a fraud. I thought I’d journal, and start where it all starts—in my mind. The quote made me laugh because I thought of something that happens a lot (so there’s some humor here too).

I really AM an authentic person. I am more transparent than what most normal people would consider “socially acceptable.” In other words, I talk way too much about things that—perhaps—should be private. Not just on the blog… in the face to face world too.

What I’m trying to say is that I don’t think this “feeling like a fraud” thing has anything at all to do with being phony or inauthentic. So, that answers that. I’m no phony bologna. 🙂

What the quote made me think about is self-perception. That is where one form of this misalignment starts (and yes, there are others). I really do feel as though my soul is made visible, and—in my humble opinion—my soul is pretty easy on the eyes! She’s friendly, bubbly, youthful, joyful, healthy and full of energy and life. And my soul is always smiling.

I can’t really describe how I envision my soul, but somewhere in my subconscious—for reasons I can’t explain—she is radiant. She sparkles, and she glows. So… what happens? I walk by a mirror or a window and I see my reflection.

And suddenly I’m like “HUH? Who is that?!”

I’m not dissing myself here. All I’m saying is that my ideas about me, and the me that I see in front of me… well, they aren’t a perfect match. So, this begs the question… which one is right?

That’s all for now. It’s late again.

Thanks for reading!! I’ll pick up where I left off another time.