As a child
I would sit
In front of a large console T.V
Staring at a blank screen.
Now I sit in front of you
Staring into me
And as I bare my soul,
I search your eyes; the mirror.
I came
Clothed in the many layers
I created for protection
Against the elements.
I imagine many mirrors around the room
And try to sneak a peek
At my images
As layers are removed.
Slowly,
Parts of me are exposed
Until I am fully unclothed;
Loosed.
Suddenly, I’m grossly aware of my nakedness
I’m cold
A part of me wants the layers back,
They feign warmth and safety.
Yet, my spirit wants to escape
Stay loosed
Pose
Pirouette
Freely, gleefully
Playfully,
With panache.
Have I been transformed
Or, simply seeing myself for the first time?
My mind is whirling!
The room is spinning….
I can’t see you….
STOP!! Just STOP
Be still.
Don’t be afraid….
Now, slowly…. open your eyes….
…. Ahhh, there you are…
You never left.
I see myself;
I’m still bare.
What now?
Shall I dress….
Or shall I dance?