translucent

i have been honest.
what has that brought me to?
there is nothing between me and the cringe of shame on the crux of truth.
i am seen and i have made myself vulnerable in the most willing of ways.

"stay buried."
"keep hiding."
"don't let myself be known."

and exist exiled between the peripherals of transitory facades and veiled masquerades.
its here in the blankness of illusion where one becomes the questions.
i've sang the melodies of those lies.
 i surrendered my essence with contempt to their bittersweet guard.

"I'll give you myself, if you take me away."
And they take you....
They take you in the day, they take you in the night.
Confusion has no ally like the adversary of truth.

It's the burying of oneself that fools better judgment,
for the wrapping and blanketing quells the suffering truth...
but once buried, once covered, the lies turn on you.

Like a selfish disease lies will blacken your eyes so you no longer see yourself.
Once hidden they will strip you of all your garb and recognizable features.
They will cover you ears and steal your voice.
and its here in the unrecognizable darkness, one becomes the questions.

So we ask ourselves, what makes this torture temporarily more comforting than truth?
Is it that one would rather feel pain than to own it as their own?
Does suffering allow us partnership with truth without being honest?

Life will grow us regardless of whether we choose to walk along the sandy beaches
and live in awe of life's sunrises or if we wrap nooses around our necks and are dragged into our greatness...

Life has no choice but to bring us closer to ourselves.
We can step into the stream and be carried,
or be bludgeonedly dragged...

But life will bring us to ourselves.

The decider between the ease of our growth
is our relationship to truth and our courage to be honest.