I have set my weapons down,
The long range guns and
My favorite dagger
Useful in hand-to-hand combat.
I have stripped off my armor,
Even the chainmail.
And now I’m simply down to my many masks,
All of which I place before you now,
I think.
I have checked all my pockets to see if there are any hiding,
And come up empty,
So this is it.
This is me.
Finally.
Vulnerable.
No more pretending
Or posturing.
No more swagger
Or insincere jocularity.
I won’t even pretend to be smart,
Which we both know is an ongoing sham
And which you have patiently tolerated long enough.
This is me now,
Holding in my open hand
A fragile seed
Called my heart.
It’s yours
With all the rest of me
And the baggage piled at your feet.
Inspired by Psalm 131
