RedTailHawk on Nostr: “Ignorance is bliss” they say. Children laughing as they play aren’t even ...
“Ignorance is bliss” they say.
Children laughing as they play
aren’t even ignorant.
Training takes their innocence.
Expression of the true self
scolded, forced onto the shelf.
“Listen here, act like this.”
Temporary happiness -
what one gets when one commits
to change on words from false prophets.
Lizard brain perceived the threats.
Weighed the costs and benefits.
Chameleons change, adapt, survive,
not themselves, but sure…”alive”.
Eternal is identity.
Pain when I cannot be me,
suffering, wearing masks,
different ones for different tasks,
some layers shown, some I hide.
Social acceptance is my guide?
Deep down, nobody wants this.
Going on can seem hopeless.
Stars align with lightning flash!
Someone sees right through my masks!
Notions preconceived now shatter.
Rules are breaking: time, space, matter.
Fascination? Furious?
How can I explain all this?
Lost control. Can’t hide myself.
Light now shining on that shelf.
I pick me up. I turn me round,
finding all there’s to be found,
gently, though, with love and care,
blowing dust off in the air.
I need cleaning and maintenance.
Spit shine reveals old acquaintance.
Time and effort, I am purged,
masks are shed, my self emerges
in the mirror of my soul.
Loving myself made me whole.
Written 9/20/2018
Children laughing as they play
aren’t even ignorant.
Training takes their innocence.
Expression of the true self
scolded, forced onto the shelf.
“Listen here, act like this.”
Temporary happiness -
what one gets when one commits
to change on words from false prophets.
Lizard brain perceived the threats.
Weighed the costs and benefits.
Chameleons change, adapt, survive,
not themselves, but sure…”alive”.
Eternal is identity.
Pain when I cannot be me,
suffering, wearing masks,
different ones for different tasks,
some layers shown, some I hide.
Social acceptance is my guide?
Deep down, nobody wants this.
Going on can seem hopeless.
Stars align with lightning flash!
Someone sees right through my masks!
Notions preconceived now shatter.
Rules are breaking: time, space, matter.
Fascination? Furious?
How can I explain all this?
Lost control. Can’t hide myself.
Light now shining on that shelf.
I pick me up. I turn me round,
finding all there’s to be found,
gently, though, with love and care,
blowing dust off in the air.
I need cleaning and maintenance.
Spit shine reveals old acquaintance.
Time and effort, I am purged,
masks are shed, my self emerges
in the mirror of my soul.
Loving myself made me whole.
Written 9/20/2018