Condition
The me that is me is often mislaid,
perhaps by intention to shelter my fear
For what if my mirror reflected my soul,
would the world still want me
The science of hiding perfects within time
Its nature is such that a new me is born
It’s easy to zipper the old one away
and go about life with a safer veneer
But what are the chances forever in life
Disguises discovered are rarely excused
No matter the reasons or cause of dismay
For love of a lifetime, honesty wins
Yet where is the courage to offer the truth
What touches the surface still fondles my heart
And now there is you to gamble my feelings
Oh, when and just how will I know
Though view of my favor can somewhat be real
Selected acceptable elements hold
If what you had wanted to see, disappeared
could you justify what remains
I ask of you now, facades put aside
This metaphor dangling in dangerous hope
If I were another and you didn’t know it,
would you love me still, if I wasn’t a poet
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2023
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