Skin Deep

As mirrors will always be evasive,

“To be or not to be” is indeed the question,

Knowing beneath the tissue of our façade

Resides both truth and the lie.

Vulnerable is the heart unguarded,

An inner self of truth like a lighthouse beacon showing the way,

Where clarity defends the tempest of lies,

Where the tangled web of shadows,

And its labyrinth of contradictions,

Tries to twist truth into enough turmoil

To reduce it to jagged shards of veracity.

Yes…

The inner self is a sugar and spite carnival of chaos,

Where masks are changed often,

And the heart’s defense of cloaking in secrecy

Is often its only shield against the discord

Of dishonesty’s maligning efforts to destroy truth.

Truth’s clarity resides beside the tangled web of shadowed falsehoods,

But in the end, our inner self has the tenacity

To retain and shape the truths we hold.

In the mirror, we seek our reflection,

Not the lie of all lies others would decree,

But beneath the reflection

Where our truthful self is found,

The part of us that can choose to discover

Realness will not be bound,

It will be unchained and free,

Living a life of authenticity.

 Beneath

And beyond.