Disguise

Unbeknownst to all

my truest form

is that of a wild flower,

a fiery red lily,

a shining dewed lily,

untamable by man

or any other creature

wishing to harness such power.

As this rich beauty

I am able to fly far

and carry my sorrows away

and lose them over the sea,

and bury them into the sea.

My felt petals are wings

used to sore through the pain

that has thus caused my heart to stray.

My stem keeps me rooted -

regret at its best -

and hinders true freedom; kind trust.

I must let it be,

I shall make it be

a reminder of the fragility

of life and of love and the spoils

of a heart stained with lust.

This form is my home,

my soul's ultimate comfort,

happiness to be free.

It is me,

yes, it is me

and all that I am

and all I might become

if only I were but free;

if only I were but me.

April 17, 2011