This face is a collection of faces
moulded from the genic pool of
ancestral inheritance
It is not my face
It is their face this physical face
I give to this face
the light in these eyes
the lines or lack of lines earned
through grimace, laughter and tears
crevices shaped by years of
being Me
a notion of Me
It was never really Me
Living has been a lie
up until Now
It was never really Me
I find the mask dropping
slipping away
like clouds dissapating
revealing a blue sky and
a radiant sun
and that splendid light is Me
the real me
Stepping out of the world
and into my own Self.
Stepping out of the world
and into my own Self.
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