By: Samantha S. C+F (TM)

How graphic it all is when it seems put together.

How wonderful life is, when the mess cleans itself.

How glorious the Bible seems when you have it all put together.

How horrible life is, when you don’t really know yourself.

Mom, Dad, Grandma or Sister.

Employee, Boss, Light Worker or Mystic.

Religion, Scientist, it all goes its away, but at the end of the day you still remain in shame.

Fast the years, slow the days, heart heavy, but smiles make it fade.

Drinks flow, dancing occurs, but in the blurr you can’t find the words.

Scream, cry, sadness you feel. Your name unveiled, but value is not near.

Darkness disgust, confusion, and lust, all because life hasn’t been enough.

Your name my child your name the heart cries, but the memories and scars create the barriers it hides behind.

Appearances my child you look like this, does it remind you of someone, or is it a miss?

Mom, employee, wife, and God Lover…my name I am thinking, but a brain fart is imploding and impeding my thinking.

The mist clears, I stand there…a mirror appears, I feel fear…I look and see what is me, but I recognize my essense isn’t here.

Stop. Breathe. Smile, and say thank you. To know today will be graphic, forever, and anchored.

I have the opportunity to have it all, not just seem, but put back together, so I move my scaring to the side, and I say my name is…