In my weekly creation time I wrote a lot down and then spent days trying to make what I wrote 1 poem. Last night I realized that the problem was that I had written two poems not one and things came together much more quickly. Here are the two poems:
Projections
The physical can be as illusory as the virtual
projections we broadcast through
our carefully curated feeds.
The masks we wear online are still present
and projected when we step outside
our rooms, our homes, and close the screens.
The images I want to project
in front of me protects me from
the harsh reality that not everyone
can or will love me, will welcome
the me that hides behind the masks
the true me. Can I ever find or have
freedom from my projected masks?
Can I accept myself as is
without fear, without pretense,
without the masks I use to hide my
feelings of absolute vulnerability?
Can I take the first step on the
path to true freedom by accepting
the frail body I feel trapped in?
Can I look into the mirror without
my masks, look at myself and say
"This person is beautiful and
worthy of love."? Can I set aside my
masks of illusion that get in the way
of connection and bridge no gaps?
Companion
To walk beside someone in
this life is a slice of the deeper
reality inviting us to lay down
ego and pride and instead
simply be enough in our presence
to and for each other.