Shades (or) Gaze Upon the Sun
I am a brilliant light.
Don't tell me otherwise. I'll prove you wrong
Or I'll try.
It's hard, really--when the light is faded.
When layer after layer after layer is wrapped and peeling
And chipped and flawed and ever-growing.
"You can't say that" and "I'm offended" as if those were arguments
Things that hold me back. Stop me from being
Everything I can--rhyme or reason or something
Beyond.
An crushing weight it is and will be
Eternally pushing the boulder
Fighting gravity
Ever reaching for a drink or the fruit and thwarted
As the tree above, all other, grows to shade
And block the light I want to reveal
To show and share and that will change...
But it's afraid. Or am I--
Too weak a light, a lamp fallen
To break on reality
Grounded.
You look but you don't see.
Let those with eyes see--yes,
Those with ears hear--yes,
But the meek will not inherit.
Because there are too many lenses, distortions and blocks
Clouding and hiding and faking
Filtering my words. You can't see the tree for the forest
That you assume I'm a part of.
Arrogance? No.
Reality.
No disguise. No symbol.
Remove the veils, burn the glass.
Gaze upon the sun.