Here I stand before myself
Wearing the mask of a stranger
It’s not what was imagined when the mould was formed
It has warped through evading danger
I have walked as far as I can go
As others perceive me to be
Now I must stop where I stand
Feel the ground beneath my feet
Unearth new weeds that have sprouted
Realise their roots run deep
Break the stagnant bonds of duplicity
Release the rage that’s kept me asleep
I have hidden amongst these tangled weeds
They have held my mind in distraction
When I pull one out of the fallow ground
There’s a hydra-like growth infestation
Must
       dig
          down
                 To the source
The inception of the divergence
**** the doppelgänger
Who seized control
At the point of ancestral transference
Sorrow for the yesterday’s I have forsook
Self rejection whisks anger to the fore
What has been dredged up can’t be unseen
Can original design be restored?
Created in beauty with purpose divine
Is what it said on the package
Is it possible to aspire to that caliber of being
With so much premeditated damage
Align with what was preconceived
before entering this dimension
Right the wrongs
Get back on course
**** the poison from the infection
Beauty that’s been marred is beautiful still
With its lines and gouges and scars
It’s the map of the journey created in life
A treasure trove collage of memoirs
Acknowledge and remove with divine grace
The resentment that is buried within
Shatter the mask
With humble honesty
Peel back the layers
to reveal
My original skin