Stripped

There it is next to me …

a heap on the floor

A mound of memories

The coat of rejection grew thin

and worn

So I took it off

The cloak of inadequacy

doesn’t fit any more

Not me

The path I’ve chosen still twists

and turns

but it is now edged with roses

The sky is Iris blue

and my heart is free

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