The boy beneath the mask
Is not as he may seem
An illusion to the world
Himself left to redeem
The path from which he
Once had veered
Now in the mirror
Is closer than appeared
The road is long
And winding yet
But others are watching
Helping his step
The boy will find his way
In life
He will be happy, healthy
Despite forthcoming strife
He is a mystery
To those who meets
So big and strong
And yet so weak
But in the end
In the final call
Victorious he will stand
Proud and tall
For you see
In this world
He is not alone
No, not at all
He is surrounded by love
And strength
And that in no measure is
Small
He is held up high
And loved, and guided
By a higher power
And his parents beside him
The emotions
They will come to ease
The struggle will subside
And he will find peace
Acceptance,
Love and kindness he will reach
The boy behind the mask
You see
Is no different
Than you or me
– Meg Smith
2 Comments
This poem is incredible. I have read it three times and it has left me in tears. Amazing.
That is one of the most moving things I have ever read. And the picture is perfect. I’ve had to reread it at least 10 times.