dismantle

I've found the mask.
I've touched the edges
and the frayed parts
and the places I decorated
again and again.

And now...
what do I do when 
I know
but I don't know 
what's next.

Am I supposed to be happy?
Am I supposed to be wiser?
Am I supposed to be...someone else
or exactly the same?

What happens when you break something down
something you spent so long creating?
what happens when the structure is gone
and you feel gone?

or at least, missing.

I'm sure it's in the silence
I'm sure it's in the spaces
I haven't visited in a while

so I wait
a little chilled
from one less layer between me
and the world

unmasked
dismantled
free