Free To Be Me

Can we really be known by another. Known and understood. Others may hear us speak, read our words,hear us opine,recite our lines aloud, discuss our art,judge our work ,but do they really know.What part of our façade is real and true,which part we withhold?What is our shame,the reality we alone may know,private thoughts concealed,perhaps confessed if intimacy allow.Yes,we and God alone know all.He won't tell, will we,perhaps, if free to be! Inspired by Delacroix's diary quote. Structured Prose verse