Everyone has a life story
But it cannot all be shared.
Some parts are just too raw
Even to be visited in secret.
Layer upon layer of camouflage
Ensures a safety blanket
To protect a fragile psyche.
Are we who we think we are
Or are we self deceiving.
If all the truth were laid bare
Plain to see, exposed to glare
Would there be worm holes-
Maggots even living there.
A life collects many colours
On its way to maturity.
There’s blue and green and red
And orange, black and white,
Many shades stretching in between.
Let those who dare in truth declare
Here is my life to date,
All there.
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