The Unfolding of Myself

How shall I unfold myself? How shall I unfold myself to thee? How shall I show you more than the obvious that you see? Should it be in chapters like the pages of a book? Or should it be in allegory like a fabled children's book? Should it be in prose or in rhythmic poetry? Or should it be set to music A lifetime movie that you could see? Do you want to know the big things Or is it the small things that you are after Do you want to know what I think about Do you want to know if I believe in the Everafter? Do you want to know the reasons for the sadness behind these eyes? Do you want to know about my joyful days The days when laughter and happiness filled my life. Do you want to know about the things I've done the things I hope to do Do you want to know about what I like to wear about my clothing and my shoes. Do you want to know the foods I like The things I like to cook? Do you want to know the wines I love Which bottles that I have hidden in my nook? Do you want to know the plants I plant The things I like to grow Do you want to know the books I've read All the things that I want to know. Do you want to know the objects that I love The things that I've collected Do you want to know the things I really hate the things that I've neglected. How shall I tell you all I know How shall I tell you about 'me'? I don't even know where to start... It doesn't seem that easy... I am not even really sure that it is me you want to know You haven't really told me It's hard for me to know. I guess that only time will tell I guess we'll have to wait and see I'll just have to wait and see if a day will come A day when we will eventually meet. A day we can look each other in the eyes A day when my life will have been unfolded A day when I am no longer a mystery When you are quite confidant that you 'know' me. (January 4, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,