By Brianna Wiest

Shel Silverstein’s words lined our elementary school bookshelves, his art  some of the first poetry generations of children would know.

His host of well-known and existentially beautiful work tends to reveal elements of the human condition to us in the most unsuspecting ways.  He makes no exception with this, a short piece called “Masks.”

It’s the story of two wandering souls who never find one another because they could not first, quite literally, show their true colors. Perhaps it is not so much about the outliers of society never finding a tribe, but the real love – and recognition – we miss out on when we fail to be who we really are.

She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by –
And never knew.


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