Seeing The Real

In Life...
There are moments that define us...
and show us what we are,however
shocking the roots of ourselves may be.

It can happen when you least expect it,
stealing your breath away ...in either
horror or amazement....

All it takes is a moment.
A split second to see...
What fair beast or angel dwells within
Yet I believe...I can handle anything
inside of me ....
As long as I own it....
especially my darkness,for it is inside
these corridors that I find my deepest treasures....
The ones that tell my story...and let me see
who I can be...will be...or have been.

Looking into the mirror unflinching,after swallowing
the lump of ego down my throat ...
I can see my flaws...and my scars more clearly
Blaring bright red before me scarlet and accusing

Yet I smile...and bare my teeth in a defiant grin
despite the filth of spirit

I have filtered from time  to time.
As I have had my twilight times of taboo debauchery..
and Loved it!
Here I stand ...

Facing the faceless being before me....only defined
by the markers of time
etched across the rough terrain of my jawline
yet somewhere....far off into
the horizon of my iris I see dry land ...

My internal oasis, close to the surface...
breaking through in stages ...
and I wave,at the reflection of my imperfection
glad to have seen myself,and gotten to know me
maybe...for the first time
in my life.