The Healing Mask
The children rest in sterile halls,
Yet toys await their joy and calls.
No pain so deep it lacks a play,
No ward so dark it bars the day.
A world remade with bears and wheels
Can speak the truths the silence heals.
She wears a mask of wings and gold,
A creature dreamed, a soul retold.
Not false but fierce, this costume sings
Of freedom found in borrowed things.
What hides the face may still reveal
The self made soft enough to feel.
