Shelter

The skin that I wearhas layers of yearsmolded to remind meof the detoursI took long ago.This body,this shield,is here to clothethe very essence ofmy being.It isn't a reflectionof what you see.It is the comfort,a home,for you to findand rest uponwith each word,touch, andembrace.I am all,and more,less the masquerades,of what othersexpect.I am me...I am spirit...I am.