No masks,

no hiding places here,

as the desert wind rips

across my soul

exposing my

struggle and despair,

here I have reached the end

of myself,

my resources spent,

my hope dimmed,

my heart and head and hands

empty of all but one question…

can I be loved?

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Can I be loved?

Loved in my brokeness

and pain,

no masks,

no hiding places?

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I will hold out the question

and wait,

wait for the wind to ease,

the dust to settle,

though I sense the answer

even in my turmoil,

the still small voice that

echoes yet again,

you are love,

and you are loved,

no masks,

no hiding places

will protect you

from this fierce, wild truth !

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no masks,

no hiding places…