What You See

What you see
Is what you get.
He spoke in a sneer.
As his mask morphed to his face.
Grotesquely, stuck there.

Not something we believe.
It is not really true.
For what I see
I believe
Is not at all what you see.

Paradox!
So he screamed.
That's not what he was taught!

It is not my journey
To stand here explaining
When he is fraught.

When the mask is morphed
Into his face.
He was taught to keep it there.

Yet why it never dawn on him
To toss it in the air.
Throw it away!
I'd like to say.
Yet deaf to my words he'd be.
For what you see
Is what you get.
He must firmly believe.

Open your eyes
Toss the mask aside.
Be you!
Be brave!
Be an ambassador of change.

So what you see
Will reflect
What you get.

Loving light.
It just might
Seep behind that mask.
But I for one
Might not stick around
To see the transformation.

Bless you
I must.
Bless him, too.
Off I go,
Without a mask
To see the world anew.

If our paths were to cross again.
I hope to see that mask
Has fallen on the land.
He will stand there
Smiling, 'I finally understand!'

Expectations

I expected you to love me,
as I loved you,
And, to be honest,
A little more.

I expected you to be like me.
To love, and give, and be.

But like you,
You stayed.
Stuck in your ways.

So I stopped expecting.
Knowing it mattered to no one.

Expecting something brought disappointment.
Now I expect none.

I stopped expecting
A reaction that would be
Closer to a truth that only I could see.

In letting go
If all that I expect,
I see,
You can no longer disappoint me.

As it was,
You never tried to disappoint,
You were just you.
Perhaps, expecting, too.

He Cannot Extinguish the Flames

Burning brightly
Her fire within was strong.
He stomped on over
Trying to extinguish the light in her eyes.
She smiled warmly
Seeing something he could not see.
For he was determined to take from her.
He started to pour water
On the flames in her soul.
Yet they still burned brightly.
Stronger it seemed.
Stomping away for a few days.
He returned with a fire extinguisher.
Spraying white powder
Her flames went out
He left laughing and satisfied with himself.
She sighed and wearily smiled
As a small spark had remained.
She added some air, and
A little kindling.
Watching the flames slowly start again.
In time she would add a little more wood
To brighten the flames.
For today, she is content to leave them as is.
Burning quietly for her alone.

Reflections

It is not about you...
Or me.
It is not about where I have been.
It is not about where I go.

It is about where I am.

I am.

I am.

I am.

Reflections in the water
show me who I am.
No, not i, water whispers.

Reflections in the mirror
show me who I am.
No, not i, whispers mirror.

Reflections inside me
show me who I am.
Yes, I will.

Yes, I will.

In the stillness bask in my light.
The inner knowing
Will guide you right.

Looking In

A subtle glance.
Quickly look away.
I do not want to go there today.
Too much heartache,
Too much pain,
Perhaps I will look another day.

NO! You shout.
Look right now.
You need to look within.
You need to learn how.
How to discern your own emotions
From that of another.
How to see for yourself.
Your hurting one another.

Anger is fine for a moment,
Or two,
But holding it's hand
Will only get you
Filled up with nothing.
Look within,
And see,
How you hurt me.

You and I are the same.
We should not be here
Passing blame.
We should be growing,
Loving, kind.
We should be looking in
transforming it all until we find
Nothing but love to leave behind.

In Confidence

I spoke in quiet confidence,
sharing my pain and grief with you.
I spoke the truth.
Thinking I would find understanding,
comfort, or acknowledgement from you.

You stood up
when I finished.
No kind words came out.
Instead you turned from me,
and started to shout!

You screamed my words,
my pain, my life.
You screamed for all to know.

Then you turned,
smugly smiling,
thinking I would hide,
because the world now knew,
my deepest pain and grief.

You were shocked
to find me standing tall.
In confidence,
I stood.
I will never choose to be small.

In your desire
to show the world my pain,
you also exposed yourself
for who you are.

In confidence,
I will not turn to you again.
In confidence,
I can walk away,
knowing without a doubt,
that I am safe now.

You cannot scream my pain and grief
to the world no more.
I will not hold it in,
but use it to inspire others
so they, too, can walk on
in confidence.