Painted by a courageous, bright and perplexed society
We are all Russian dolls. 


We are layered to fit into our very many personalities  ever so carefully.
We are aggravated by time
Sullen by sorrow
and elated by love
We are colour
We are complex
As the layers are disheveled by all that is life
We are torn apart. In half. Each time.
Hoping to find a new, brighter, better you.

And each time we are cut by size.
So are we really growing?
And just like that, we are
Russian Dolls.

There is many of us in one
There is more under the next
And even more under the more.
One thing I know for sure
Is
The colour we exude shines through the very many layers
As long as you believe there is more beneath your beautiful

We are all Russian dolls
Because when we reach the end
The innermost portrait of all that is You
One realizes that it is an infant
The infant in you
That just wants what it wants
to be loved
By You

We are all Russian dolls
Be the colour that you exude
And embrace all the layers that is you