Touch Therapy - 3
I asked my Mother
on a cool, gray blue morning
what Projections are,
the projections of passions
pouncing proudly
within the poetry of reality,
She said, with woed eyes,
Sometimes peoples' brains
become burdened like a mirror
with too many faces to appease,
disease from judgement, the jeer,
the lear, fear of another's unempathetic ear,
the stress to confess our duress,
our confusion of camellion countenance,
so we project pictures into the lenses
of other's law fire,
pictures that protect us from uninvited pain,
I watched the corner of her mouth
divet from the embarrassment
of disillusionment,
She continued with necessary nerve,
We also judge ourselves into volatile
escapes that steer us away
from vulnerability's virtue,
we create self fullfilling prophecies
of people's positions on our hearts,
We sometimes conjure demons
of self defeat that feast fast
on the devestation of our desires
cackling at the carcass
of our crashed confidence,
My Mother looked at me slow,
with a low heat in her voice, saying
You must trust Yourself
to be Yourself...
J.A.B. 2023
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