What is it to be
Truly Me?
Asks she
Am I to
tear away the outer wrap,
like a frozen pizza,
ready for the rack?
Or Am I to
swaddle
my soft spot,
my blind spot,
in cottony layers
of protection?
What is it to be
Truly Me?
Asks she
Am I to
bow to the vow,
to love my Self
above all others?
Or Am I to
kneel and bend,
in servitude
of All That Is?
What is it to be
Truly Me?
Asks she
The answers echo against
the walls of her soul,
as they travel
to the depths, where all of it is true.
