Life as Tiramisu

I am; through years of enfolding

layers and chapters of

memories, kept in, and upholding

silent luggage in mind, in self heart,

imprinted on me by an outside moulding

through false perception, some projection,

some self truths untold; my own withholding.

The colours within, once bright, then ignored,

authenticity now, is in my remoulding,

by releasing the burdens once carried,

so heavy, so overdue in unloading;

my mask now undone, I am free to express

those old perceptions unimportant, finally eroding

old patterns of fear, of hurts and of slights,

spaces without bandaids, glass ceilings exploding

when light intercepts, revealing through darkness,

endless streams of memories all interposing,

not defining my next chapter; I'm braver now; yet raw,

the kaleidoscope of hope within, now finally unfolding

as real and as layered, as unbaked tiramisu,

next chapters to be written, all colourfully joyously unrolling.