On a day when many of us wear masks for fun, thought I would share this poem I wrote for those of us who wear masks on a daily basis and are trying to take them off and be free.
I so want to tell you all is perfect, all is well
but at the same time I want to show you all the secrets hidden in my shell
I know that if I open up my shell and expose the secrets inside
That will be the beginning of freedom
but something keeps them locked inside
I think we all have shell secrets we’re afraid to expose
and it makes me sad that there’s a “real me” inside everyone that nobody, on this earth, really knows
Is this really how God meant it to be?
A world full of people living in shells, afraid to be free
I wonder, just wonder, what it would be like, if just for one day we could come out of hiding and set the shells aside
Reveal the “real me(s)” we thought nobody could love
Free from judgment, or hatred, or shame, filled with the kindness, grace, and love of our creator above.
Would the world break from the weight of those shells? Or would it heal?
Christina Hernandez, Sep. 2013