© 2000, Rita Loyd 
 

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