File cabinet drawers ejected,
logical thought lost;
scattered
among whirl winded debre
of days gone by
Vanilla folders,
stamped ~
restricted access,
conceal truths;
answers to solve
mystery of self.
Mental doors open,
yesterday's me
revealed;
hideous flashes
expose abused innocence
Self growth
hindered
by verbal lashes cast
from peers' tongues
like salt to wounds
Depth of lacerations
evident,
beneath scars torn away;
one more slice
another layer deep
An imitation shield,
stone face stands guard;
fragile esteem cradled
in shadowed loneliness,
a bubble ~
false security





ok to the poem lots of haunting images and very deep a past buried in falsities of self illusion stone face lies well done My lioness 

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