A Poem or a Hallelujah

How do you now see the mask
When you've been allowed behind the facade?
How do you re-learn
Not to view pain?

And then you doubt your eyes,
Because you know yourself.
You know your crazed mind.

You are a poet.
You comprehend that masks
Aren't always masks.

So to see a smile,
On the face that five minutes previous
Was pondering the complexities and
Hypocrisies
Of a smile, draws concern.

The thoughts whirl
And lead to the only
Possible conclusions:
A poem or a hallelujah.

Which do you prefer?

For the past cannot be factored
Into this equation,
Only the opinion of your soul.
Because poems,
Hallelujahs,
Will accept you
With all the cracks and tears
You can gather

Because the breaks
Make their utterance
That much sweeter