What I want is kindness, honesty and transparency,
not too much to ask, one would think,
yet stumble so many to even touch on any
of these attributes of worth;
and I am mortified, aghast,
that so few can be themselves in life, assert,
and to be known for who they are.
So sick of veils, woven attire to mislead,
and what’s underneath, received in quandary,
for who knows what truth resides
on the inside, and what’s wrong enough to hide,
so feared in revelation that transformation
is a necessary shield;
so what do I look upon, the shell or the core?
Are people so fundamentally bad,
so corrupted that their very face is a give away,
and they must hide beneath a countenance of illusion,
an infusion of fantasy, to misguide us from the reality,
a cold and unacceptable state of being,
where no truth sees light of day,
and evil lurks in the shadows of a facade.
Surely people are not that maligned,
for it be necessary to hide, instead of being themselves,
and in truth walk the path of their life, free,
and without impediment be accepted,
befriend and enjoy life’s rewards,
and in love find place on the journey,
without the need for falsehood.
Truth must be easier that living a lie,
just to promote some vision of self,
some insecurity that dictates concealing,
surely living in reality is a wealth of experience,
not having to peal away the skin,
the layers of protection
that seals us in containment.
And in freedom we may find kindness,
know what it is to be loved for who we are,
not what we think people want to see,
relationships then a delusion and ruse,
confused by truths neglected,
when we hide from ourselves,
and never be who, in potential, we can be.
Tony DeLorger © 2017