It’s time for a poem.
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On the Road to Individuality
He walked alone down a dirt road little used
walked barefoot in the soft, dry dirt
away from his home in the village.
As the sun warmed the air and the quiet
began to come alive with nature
which whispered in the leaves and grass
he removed his shirt and bared his breast
walking toward the light of the sun.
His steps became lighter as though
a weight had been lifted from his heart.
His eyes reached up, as he lifted his head
and straightening his back, and a smile
began to move from his lips to his eyes.
Cresting a hill, he stood for a moment
looking back toward the village where
he was a stranger though he knew each
person who lived with him in the village
where he was even a stranger to himself,
hidden behind his clothes and his
carefully crafted public person.
Looking away from the village, down the trail
he sensed that soon he would be able to
find the self he had worked so hard to
hide and disguise, a self he had lost.
Removing the last of his clothing
he followed the path ahead
in search of freedom.
2014 04 10 – Elrose, House of White