Image( A Poem I wrote in 1998)
I'm a collage of different people's expectations
My outward masks are only a facade
The core of me is hidden deep inside away from scrutiny
Maintaining their image is all that matters
Without the masks, rejection becomes my cruel companion
Who am I really? What will I become?
These questions and many others are perplexing
From within my soul's caverners is heard an anguished cry
My core, the real me, desires to be set free
The masks must be smashed so I can be birthed
Out of the rubble a new life emerges
Waiting by the wayside my guide sits
He will lead me on life's perilous journey
I am finally free, the masks are no more
Acceptance flows over me in liquid waves