You may think

that you know

Me

but my masks

are many

and I hide my

Secrets well.

My passions are

intense and move

through me

flowing like hot lava,

despite my conservative

and cool exterior.

And those of you

who think me cold

and unfeeling

only see the mastery

of my façade which

protects the exposed

soft belly beneath.

It is often in

the dark of night

that I find the

greatest solace, but

if I linger too long

that place of comfort

becomes the prison

from which I strain

and struggle to

break free.

I  pause and breathe

deeply to allow the realization

that these walls of

confinement are My

frightened emotion’s

creation; and the walls

crumble around me

as the light of Dawn

filters through.

The sands of time

shift and flow from

one tightly held container

to another.

The truths of my own

history’s stories are

drawn up from the darkness

and into the blazing sun.

I examine them

and relearn the

greater lessons contained

in each.

And, once mastered and reclaimed

as paths back to myself

my Spirit soars and all

see me as transformed.

The burden has been lifted.

And, I look once again

towards the full

Light of Day.

No, you will never

know all of my

Secrets.

Many lay hidden,

buried even to me.

But, without their stories

to be lived

you would not be

charmed and seduced by

my enigmatic charisma.