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.

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