Snake skin.

I have found that I must know myself before I can even begin to know another.
All of the surface trappings are just decoration and only serve to distract from the knowing.
Perhaps they are a shield, perhaps a haven.
Sometimes they appear as a true self and for these sad Souls I weep,
As they can never know true Love and be happy.
I am shedding my decoration as a snake shed's its' first skin, dried, restricting and spent.
Look at my new self and know me.
I am real,
I am true,
I am me,
I am happy.

This was just a jotting that I put in an email in response to some one's experience at a social gathering where they recognized the false masks everyone was wearing. It rang true to me, so I put it here.


Jeffrey