Poetry,  Spoken Word

“Where Are You?”

“Where are you?”
Here I am. Can’t you see me?
I am hidden in my busy-ness.
I am running from here to there.
Always something to do, someone to see.
My life is measured in schedules and time slots.
I wear my busy-ness like a medal, proudly displayed for all to see.

“Where are you?”
Here I am. Can’t you see me?
I’m always on the frontline, meeting one more deadline.
Others can see me so why can’t you?
Others look on and see my achievements.
Others look and want to be me, or at least be like me.
Or at least be liked by me.

“But, where are YOU?”
I’m the one setting out early and arriving back late.
I’m the one doing ‘The thing’, you know ‘THE THING!’
‘The Thing’ of paramount importance that needs to be done right now!
If I didn’t do ‘The Thing’ who would do it?
Maybe somebody else would and that is part of the problem.
If ‘The Thing’ needs doing then I’ll be the one to do it.
“But where are you? Where is the real you? Not the you that you have created. Not the you that you want others to see. Not the you that you think you should be. Where is the real you? The authentic you?”

“Where are you?”
Here I am. Can’t you see me?
I am hidden under my make-up.
I am running to the mirror to check its all still there.
Always something to touch up incase there’s someone to see.
My life is measured by the length of my eyelashes and my dress size.
I wear my fake tan like a medal, proudly displayed for all to see.

“Where are you?”
Here I am. Can’t you see me?
I’m always first to buy a designer’s new line.
Others can see me so why can’t you?
Others look on and see my appearance.
Others look and want to be me, or at least be like me.
Or at least be liked by me.

“But, where are YOU?”
I’m the one who leaves early and turns up fashionably late.
I’m the one wearing ‘The thing’, you know ‘THE THING!’
‘The Thing’ of paramount importance that needs to be worn right now!
If I didn’t wear ‘The Thing’ who would wear it?
Maybe somebody else would and that is part of the problem.
If ‘The Thing’ needs wearing then I’ll be the one to wear it.
“But where are you? Where is the real you? Not the you that you have created. Not the you that you want others to see. Not the you that you think you should be. Where is the real you? The authentic you?”

“Where are you?”
Here I am. Can’t you see me?
I am hidden under my low self esteem.
I am running from guilt to shame.
Always something to regret, someone to compare to.
My life is measured in my own mind and comes out lacking.
I wear my shame like a shroud, protecting me so none can see.

“Where are you?”
Here I am. Can’t you see me?
I’m always in the background hoping that I won’t be found.
Others can’t see me and neither can you?
Others look on and see only my failures.
Others look but don’t want to be me, or be anything like me.
They see I’m not liked by me.

“But, where are YOU?”
I’m the one who’s not invited until it’s now too late.
I’m the one who did ‘That thing’, you know ‘THAT THING!’
‘That Thing’ that I’ve regretted from that moment until now!
If I hadn’t done ‘That Thing’ who would have done it?
Maybe somebody else would and that is part of the problem.
‘That Thing’ needs never to be done but I’m the one who did it.
“But where are you? Where is the real you? Not the you that you have created. Not the you that others can’t see. Not the you that you think you wish you could be. Where is the real you? The authentic you?”

We all wear masks to hide our face.
Some fit well, so well that we forget we wear them.
Others fit badly, always slipping to reveal a glimpse of what’s underneath.
Our masks can fit so tightly that our heads can be split in two.
Until there are two different versions;  the pretend one and the real you.
Can’t you see that you were fearfully and wonderfully made?
Who you are deserves to be seen and applauded.

When we realise that everybody wants to take off their mask we might be brave enough to step forward and be the first to reveal what’s being hidden.
To be ourselves is a gift to others but also a gift to ourselves.
Nobody is all good and nobody is all bad.
We all have a uniqueness, an intrinsic value and worth.
We all have a voice that needs to be heard.
We all have talents and giftings, no two are the same.
We all have different fingerprints even if we share a name.
If we can learn to be authentic and stop being self critical in our mind,
We can celebrate the strengths of others without fear of being left behind.

My mask was getting old, misshapen from years of use
And now I’ve taken it off I can find no reason or excuse
To be anyone but who I was created to be
The authentic genuine article of who I am meant to be.
And I would love to know you, the real you deep inside.
The one you have kept hidden and often try to hide.
That’s the one the world is interested in, the one we want you to share.
But, will you have the courage?
Will you ever really dare?

 

 

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