POETRY: Matryoshka Dolls

There will come a time

when you’ll meet the you within you.

You’ll remove your outer shell.

You’ve worn it for so long

you mistook it for your own skin.

You’ll look in the mirror and

see with your new eyes

your scrapes and scars,

your freckles,

your wrinkles,

your color,

your crooked eyes and scrappy smile.

And as you look upon your nakedness

you’ll realize nothing’s changed,

but you’ll finally gaze at a perfect reflection.

The cracks you confused for flaws

were special to the design all along.

And the seam running across your wooden torso,

(cleverly disguised as your biggest fear)

So obvious.

So easy to miss.

It’s part of the game,

and is there to be parted.

Your newer you

will meet a new you again,

You’ll think it’s a sham.

but It’s part of the game.

You’ll think it’s a sham.

but It’s part of the game.