Self…In The Making
I peel off the mask I wear today, for it is just a shadow of my soul.
I discard it for yet another day, while I decide which path to go.
The faces I wear are too many, until my time to choose.
Molded from uncertainty, to yet be etched in stone.
The long road well-travelled, has more paths to bare.
My Identities surging forward, to a destination unclear.
I must wait for the answer, bred from the outcome of my past.
When all pathways come together, I will wear no mask.