Mask of Pride

Every day I get caught up in my daily life, I forget that some of the most powerful and inspiring poetry is not just about every day life. It's about living, feeling, and most importantly emotion. Anybody can write a rhyming phrase that sounds good, but a poet digs within his or herself and writes what hurts them most to write, the dirty grimy stuff that they don't want to show the world. Recently I realized that my was not digging into the depths of me, instead I was writing halfheartedly with no empowering emotion. So, today I bring you a poem that is full of my emotion. 

Mask of Pride

I walked up the street with my head held high,

I had no shame only my pride. 

Pride the one thing that held me together,

To get me up off the ground when I was under the weather. 

No matter the day, night, or time

I showed it not, my mask of pride. 

Pride covered my sadness, hurt, and anger. 

It helped me live my life and stay put together. 

When ever I fell, was beaten, or oppressed, 

My pride and fake smiles helped me feel no regret. 

So, when I walk up the street with my head held high, 

You wont see the broken parts of me inside. 

Because those parts of me, 

I hold on tight and hide. 

I show only the best parts of my life, 

While those parts that I hate, 

I let them rot, buried deep inside. 

Written By Evelyn Creon