I drew my face of happiness upon my colored mask
I hobbled down two decades of steps that led into my past
I touched the ground at mother’s knee with my wings reborn
Straight from devil’s flaming pit stabbed forward by his horns
But I arrived with soul intact despite the battle fought
For I was embraced in cherished state, learning as I taught
With patient hands on comforting arms, I heralded the news
There are always both sides of the story that always comes in twos.
The fading mask falls to the floor in porcelain jags and breaks
To see my own reflected back challenging age old fates
Have I truly conquered the demons that once hunted me down?
Have I earned my place once again in this familiar alien town?
What will be the price I’ll pay for rebuilding from my past?
Will it be worth rejecting anything that ain’t kick-ass?
I know who I am now but I’m curious to see
if the world to where I physically birthed, is ready to meet the real me.