Sonnet

That I am nothing you by now must know--

Within myself and always still without,

Nothing but a blinding, brilliant show,

A smiling, smirking shadow without doubt.

As numerous as the endless stars

That lose themselves among their myriad peers,

My many facets hide my face’s scars

and nothing of me is as it appears.

But in my nothing, I am everything,

My many pieces anchored to a base,

of dreams, of dark, of light, of love I sing

My masks combine to make a single face.

I am everyone, but I am me.

I look outside for smiles to set me free.