Find Your Face Poem by David Lacey

Find Your Face



I don’t know how it looks to you
But you know more than I want to you.

Pull back your hair for me and let me know how you feel
Run my fingers through your hair, can you tell me is it real?

Look me in the eye when you say
You’re feeling blue in every way.
Reflections tainted through distorted eyes
Abstraction painted green the skies
Loosing sense of sense experience
Your body outside yourself and lost
Frozen deep in the porcelain frost,
Lost in inner space, am I
Faceless without a faith in the sky?

Find your face; leave your mask at home upon the shelf
Find your face, your faith, your self.

The true self White King is crowned
Only a shadow of the Ego exiled remains.
His memory dismantled in dark waters is drowned.

Ignore the feeling you’ve been here before
Start the dance of healing, leave inhibitions at the door.

For what is it you ask of me?
Is it not always for a little more?

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David Lacey

David Lacey

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