The Robe

I wear the robe

The robe of perceived fragility and the necessary strength that comes from it

I wear the robe

The robe that holds but an object and fuels the soul's will to blaze anew

I wear the robe

The robe thrust upon me, woven of history that breeds future expectation

I wear the robe

I feel the threads of glass, sharp and fragile, to break the robe is to bleed

I wear the robe

I gather with others that wear the robe, we tear them and set them alight, and for a fleeting moment, we are free

I wear the robe

When the gathering disperses and that which carries my soul is once more beheld by the jury of the world, I feel the threads re-winding, re-joining, and enveloping me once more with the weight of their perceptions.

I wear the robe

The robe of chains, forged in eyes and minds, the robe gifted to me at birth.

I wear the robe

The robe that acts as drapes, blocking any light from within, shielding the world from what it may not wish to see or understand.

I bear the robe.