
hidden personalities
look at me
from right to left
from above and below
in between
what I might show
tell me what you see!
I need to finally connect
the inner me
with outer traced contour
make a whole
of my mitch-match
patches, scratches
you say I'm grounded
I am grounded alright
six feet down
covered all the way
deep down in my own dirt
I know the smell of ground
I can still stand straight
feet nailed down firmly
to solid wooden floors
locked down grounded
from my fixed viewpoint
capable enough
you talk about the light
I have seen the light
stuck my head up once
through the dunes of the sahara
the light was everywhere
running down my spine
like a glowing fireball
and once I had
a pitcher full of sunshine
poured into my womb
sheer bliss
I can't complain
you say I'm brave
oh yes, I fight my battles everyday
did you see the machetes?
one in each hand
criss crossing over wrongs
marking my defeats
on skin
they cut both deep and fast
I handle them with skill
almost invisible to human eyes
I know they scare you more than me
I recognise the taste of blood
and then you mention trust
I don't know trust that well
I'm guided more by fear
attracted to the pulse of hearts
the flow of blood
the sparkle in your eye
as I mostly travel skinless
eyes firmly shut
my inside noise covering up
every trace of guidance
I would call it stupidity
more than confidence
but I will gladly accept
all that you might offer
each handrail
every glowing sign
showing me a way
on the map that I once drew
I need to finnaly connect
become a whole
end my journey
reach my goal
unite my bodyparts