There is No Storm

 

You accept not your true self

You stepped, instead

into an guise

and bathed your limbs in bravado

the musky soap of self-deception

Don’t you know

you’re soaked in a false promise

to yourself, unrecognized?

 

Why shroud yourself in darkness,

within a cloud

of crystalized ice?

Do you not believe in yourself?

Are you afraid of the shadows?

Don’t you know

you’re cloak, soaked in fear

keeps you from paradise?

 

Shed that tattered, muscled cloak

It never truly keeps you warm.

There is no storm.

Male Nude known as Patroclus

 

photo page source

daily prompt: Cloaked

 

 

 

 

 

 

Published by

Carolyn Dennis-Willingham

Carolyn is the author of two published books – No Hill for a Stepper, 2001, and The Last Bordello, 2016. Her third novel, The Moonshine Thicket, is set in 1928 and is currently enduring a professional edit. When not on her laptop, she serves as a lap top for her grandchildren. She is a retired Early Childhood Specialist, a fitness boxer, artist, and a ball thrower for her ever-persistent mini Aussie. In addition to her blogging website, carolyndenniswillingham.com, you may find her on Facebook and Twitter.

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