All I've Got

I keep coming upon this concept of the “universal human element,” the theory being that “all we are we are.”
Perhaps that is a formless assessment of the theory shrouded in simplicity, but the underlying idea being – it is that simple.
Stripped down, bones bared, we tend to obsess with our appearances, and worse, identify with them.
But it is the recognition that we are the human experience, dressed up in whatever hat we’ve chosen to wear, that allows us to see the grand design.
And it’s so brilliant, with an infusive quality that creates an effervescent spirit.
I want to share it and spread it and drink it and live it, ever so thankful that I know it.

The depth of which I feel to be
Significant
Of something portentous and meaningful
is the depth to which I feel
I must write.

There’s nothing casual about it.
Yet I hold it at a distance
To better contain and control
Everything that
moves to the surface.

So what I battle now are demons of my own creation.
I’ve walked into a space of smoke and mirrors
with no sense of direction of
what is within and what is without.
Afraid to look at my reflection for fear of finding that
I am who I thought I was.

There’s nothing worse than discovering
You were the one selling yourself this whole time.

You forfeit your right to cry
when you are the cause of your own tears.

How unfortunate.