I'm normal

I'm normal

nothing special

but I still get to be

magical

something the world has never seen

but that's got to be a lie

no?

the world has seen it all

I'm a pearl buried in the flesh

of an oyster

or maybe I'm the droppings

drifting to the seabed

maybe I'm manure

or I must be the whole wide world

This washing away of oneself requires honesty that's blinding. It cuts through muscle, leaving your bones exposed. All the tricks we play, the stories we tell ourselves to preserve that "I", to accumulate good word and praise. I'm in the process of cutting that karmic tie. To be misunderstood, misrepresented, misheard, misconstrued. Why does it scare me? When everything that comes out of me is an act of god, how it's perceived is divine plan.