You can't see me.

I have layer upon layer

surrounding me.

They are all different

colors, shapes and sizes,

hiding me, keeping me safe inside.

As time as gone on,

I can feel them getting heavy.

I carry them around anyway.

They get old, they fray, they tear

but I hold on to them,

these layers.

Because, well, what would happen

if you see me?

In fact, what would happen

if I actually saw myself?

I'm not sure what is underneath anymore.

As I have been hiding from you,

I have been hiding from myself.

So I do the work,

I peel layer upon layer

away from me. 

Sometimes I have to review memories,

sometimes I have to forgive

and ask for forgiveness,

I do the work on each layer

as watch as each one drops away.

I feel lighter with each move,

with each thought, with each blessing

of these layers changing.

Can you now see me?

Can I now see me?

Layer upon layer

finally sits at my feet.

~Copyright 2010, Spiritualitygirl~