"Masked"

At times I hide behind a mask,  disguising who I am  and the frailties that I possess. But then  the voice of my spirit emerges  and reminds me that we all fall short of perfection. And that those who appear perfect are wearing a mask as well. So, instead of hiding,  I am prompted to embrace my imperfections with love.  and with this inner shift  of self acceptance, a radiance shines forth  surpassing any physical adornment  I could ever possibly hide behind.  

by Rita Loyd