When unwrapping the sheer plastic skin
a film we all seem to carry around
we only release it when the time is right,
we feel safe,
compelled to take the next step toward independence
from that which confines our resilient
How quickly can we rush to the water’s edge,
that place that lays before our security,
takes our heart away to be battered
upon the rocks, crags, undertow of an angry world.
How often do we allow a misstep
to further define the natural wall exists between
beauty and failure.
In the church I chose to attend this morning,
I looked at the men and women about me,
coiffed and preened in their ‘Sunday best’
and wondered about what their lives are like,
once the wardrobe is returned to the cleaners.
I thought perhaps the industry
survived upon hypocrisy alone, for without the defeat
of natural thinking, our lives might actually matter,
beyond the orthodoxy bent upon suggesting,
we feel this way
because society says so, not because we believe it to be true.
So, today, I’m not losing faith,
I still believe in genuine truth,
I won’t hide behind a facade of protective shield,
that though seemingly transparent will not allow our hands and fingers
to dirty themselves,
to touch the core of that which our humanity has designed itself
I cannot be ever recognized beyond the mask of deceit.
I choose to feel the direct energy of the sunlight.
I do truly cherish the radiant charisma of love.