From Behind the Silk Screen; Seeing Me for Me. A Poem of Reclaiming Our Authentic Selves.

From behind a silk screen,

I see with my own eyes,

A scene taking place,

with me in disguise.

I watch me,

Shielding my feelings from true expression,

An actor playing a role,

That no longer gives the impression,

Of an accurate reflection,

Of the me that is me,

The me that's inside that only I can see.

For as I evade me true expression,

It goes in to hide,

And colors my world,

A blind projection on passerbys.

So, I come face to face with a face I have long ignored,

And see I can no longer allow myself to be lured,

Into a lull of a water-downed me,

Appeasing those around me because I think it will please.

I know the origin goes back years to date,

Generation after generation perpetuating its fate.

In this moment I know,

Only the truth will set me free,

And I drop the false face,

And let me see me for me.