North American Dreaming: The Cure
William Burkholder writes of becoming the master of his fate.
Some time ago,
I removed the mask,
Incarcerations shape,
That I could see more clearly,
To become the master of my fate.
Tired and sick of hiding,
revealing porcelain skin,
Removing the chains and bindings,
that had held me in.
I breathe freely now,
cares loose to the world.
Yes, the mask removed,
the freedom, the vision,
and the cure.
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