The idea for this short poem came to me while running errands. I saw two little girls playing in front of a bank. They were playing with the door. When I saw a large man exit the bank, saw the girl closest to the door startle, I was worried he was going to yell at them.
For obvious reasons, I am naturally very protective of children (and other people I perceive as more vulnerable than I am). My mind immediately came up with a strategy to protect them if necessary.
Fortunately, he didn’t do or say anything and we all went on our merry way.
It was a good reminder for me that even though I have learned to be very in touch with my emotions, I still have the capability to turn them off. A part of me even wants to. It’s a scary place to be.
Some days I am afraid
That my humanity
Are the masks I wear.
I can place my fingers under my jaw and
Peel back my skin
Underneath it there is a void
Just this vast emptiness
Standing in opposition
To any human feeling.