My Skin
Ceremoniously
she disrobes
Peeling off
piece by piece
Each garment
of inhumanity
Spirit
She lives beneath the surface
waiting to emerge
Allowing timing, good fortune
her lessons to unfold
She awaits the morn,
she extends her feathers proud
Seeing as a first-time traveler,
the beauty of effortless flight
She dons the cloak of mankind
Being what each expects and wants her to be
She unveils, unmasks her trueness to no one
Leaving the kingdoms to the SKY
Mortality
My own mortality
has come up behind me
It holds me
with a deadly silence
Mimicking a cartoon
grim reaper
Mortality was a personal
reaction & response
Which never entered
my inner consciousness
Never allowing me to be
fully me
No more do I hide
in ignorance
Mortality has risen
My personal tower collapsed
It now lives,
of my flesh
of my breath
of my being
This dark
dismal creature
Has given me
My own Free Mortal Self