Middle aged invisible
caricature of your former self
rebranded in matronly guise
original shape layered with age
and the distress of sadness cloaks.
Waiting like a Christmas tree
shinning in moonlight.
Memory shapes recollection
there’s a sexy version of you hiding
glimmering in the dark like diamonds
winking fairytale blossoms
far away in history land.
You’re still beautiful but in disguise
cloaked to be uncovered
in unattractiveness’ surface
waiting to be discovered.
A fallen jewel, a lost treasure
Plain Jane Eyre ruse filters the foolish from the wise.
shallow, scratch the surface, skin deep
judging books by the cover of superficiality.
Modesty creates a protective barrier
an extra layer like a warning sign
mountains of obstacles
of imagination to climb
to see truth beyond the facade.
We were ironically safe in ugly duckling clothes
survivors wished for it then
the safety of ugliness
unwanted unpicked unslaughtered by predators
The mask arrives too late to save us
in bumpkin apparel and grannie coats.
Cinderella’s carriage reversed in puffed pumpkin fatigues.
The skinny sad waif that I was
wanted to be safe with people called family.
I grew up in a gingerbread house of malady.
Puberty is where you either grow teeth or run or hide
I hid and grew my teeth in secret wishes
Mostly self-reared and self-protected.
Some innocents were lucky
and were raised by angels in human bodies
while the rest of us coped and swallowed our tongues.
Books were my pathway of telling about cages.
Writing was my story leafing glory out of rages.
Truth was freedom ringing
fool’s gold laughing
“I will always love you no matter why”
Internal mantra lullabies
the foolhardy soul continues to hope
way past sanity’s sanctuary.
Infinity was our original future
until (greed-ego-hatred) tried to seal it away.
but you can’t steal Love.
True Love unlike it’s many imposters
thrives on genuineness,
the real, natural, possible.
Ego will drive you mad,
across the world striped with stings
starved into a ditch on purpose.
Warning bells are worth their truth past gold.