Something is amiss
I can't quite figure it out
my vision is blocked by some obscure object
it has been there for a while now
distracting me from my own true self.
Maybe I am delusional
I feel rough under my own skin
I feel as my flesh is in my way, somehow
stopping me, ripping me apart
from something profound.
Some moments are glorious for me
when the sparks from my eyes
start to dance from the heat of my own flames
and shut out like a rocket into space
-these are the times I hear the angels sing
I truly do.
Strip away my flesh
Oh Holy One!
peel me, layer by layer
remove me from the armor
I have carried for so long
that serves me- no longer
-only my spirit remains.
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