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~
