Coats

Coats

Each of us

Have a number of false selves

Brave fronts we’ve fashioned

Shields of protection

That enable us to function

Interact

Encounter

The hours

On the timeline of our lives

We put them on

And take them off

Like coats

“Isn’t that lying,” you ask?

Not entirely

For each coat contains

Fragments

Of truth

Elemental building blocks

Of our authentic selves

I saw my coats

Disheveled

In a heap upon the floor

And decided

It

Was

Time

Ripping them apart

At the seams

Gathering bits of truth

From each

I stitched them together

With silver soul thread

A beautiful mosaic

My coat of many colors

Then slipping it on

I vowed

To never take it off

After all

In this life

I have to do something

To be someone

I might as well be

Me