Who We Really Are (Revised) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I still love fairytales best, archetypes of
plain heroines growing beautiful when
devoting their time to help all kinds of
beings arriving at magic pools

Where washing will make the subject
look fabulous - a fairy says look at your
face and radiant smile, the kindness
you have shown everyone to date

Has already made you shine, no need
to wash in this pool - common serving
maids offered a bath in pools of oil or
gold, one humble soul choosing oil

Is pressed into gold to arise graced with
a star on her brow; in arrogance another
chose gold and is doused in oil to rise
with her face cowed by a donkey tail

All tales where quests for inner beauty
are based; I learned later to respect all
other roles in the play, goblins, witches,
evil magicians - everyone needed

To make drama fascinating and more
testing, requiring resolution of conflict
in unheard-of ways - unshakeable belief
in good intentions creates connection

With an inner light, so appreciating their
presentation evokes respect for mine,
sharing laughter behind the scenes,
on stage we play our roles perfectly

A sly wink testimony only we know
the all of who we really are…