Knowing What We Are

Am I but a shell,
a worn crust of weathered life,
a dishevelled clothing of sorts,
within which lives an eternal untainted soul,
an inhabitant of this life I lead,
dragged from one dire scene to another,
yet still whole, each fall a lesson of ascendency,
each heartfelt experience
a broader scope of this souls capacity?

Am I but an illusion of form,
a never-ending charade of performance,
from glossy playbill to homeless impoverishment,
and all there really is, lies within,
the soul, the collector of experience and learning,
the boundless movement of real life,
this, a rough and reckless battering of shells,
costumes that evolve and fall,
peal, conceal and expose what we really are?

Am I but a visage of feigned life,
breath like an illusion of being,
while the souls gleans its nourishment,
from every word and deed, lie and seed planted,
dream and aspiration desired,
each one a tasty meal for the soul,
the only reality that matters,
and so this ever-changing crust
is little more than facade?

Am I love, can I be so bold
as to think it is within this shell,
a possibility of external expression
that delivers me to my true self, my soul,
the most profound connection of reality,
and all that ego and narcissistic thought
that delivers us to pain,
just the choices that we make,
and love the only key to knowing what we are?

Tony DeLorger © 2016

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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