Hidden behind chosen front,
Veneer created for survival,
Thick, taut, cracked, hard, transparent, rough or shiny.
Glazing over and clouding,
Perfect vision,
Dimming and diminishing, Authentic Life.
Which face is real,
And which untrue,
Have we forgotten?
We need our fronts, tops, backs, and bottoms;
Places we live, work, eat, pray and play…
The concealing stories we tell.
A state of being maybe only death,
Could strip away?
Peeling back false nature…
Revealing,
Pure Love’s,
True Identity.
-Gilda Patricia
So true. A defensive pretense in the face of fear, i guess.
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Thanks for commenting! Yes, fear is a true obstacle.
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Gilda have we met? πFor I’m sure this poem defines me…i identify with it and relate to its depth completelyπmust be a soul connection happening hereβ€
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Pisces swim in the same sea!π ππππππππβ€οΈπ!
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ππππ¬ππ π‘ππ
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Ha, ha love ya!π
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Had a lovely day Gilda! πlooking forward to your next post π€
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Thanks Sailaja. Good night!π
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Excellent poem–and what a fabulous image to compliment it.
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Ha, ha thanks, yes was playing with mirror image on my camera. Glad you like poem too.βΊοΈ
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Amazing results from your experimenting with the camera! (I’m not a photographer…)
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Thought provoking poem !
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Thanks Miracle!π
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Welcome π
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Dear Gilda!! You are one wise and eloquent writer! Your words never failed to touch my soul. β€
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Wow, thanks! So glad πππ!
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