It was an unknown fragility
paper thin,
a crisp leaf underfoot
Growing up behind a gossamer veil
indiscernible,
masking my weaknesses
Now torn, a gaping hole
clarity abounds
with bitter obviosity
So I am left the fool.
My self-perception cradled
in the palm of my hand.
The facets of my personality
unknowingly attributed to something else.
My inner monologue shifting
between vitriolic criticism
and soothing compassion.
Pity is shunned
in the wake of a new freedom
discovering that I was on the underpass,
prevented from reaching the surface
where I now stand:
vulnerable
resilient
authentic.
My true self.
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