What was
the original shape
of your face –
before life’s blows
tightened your jaw,
narrowed your eyes,
furrowed your brow?
Before you forgot
your Self,
who is still and ever
looking for a way
through the hard structures
put in place
to protect
what’s been forgotten.
Yes, what is
the original shape
of your true face –
the one that
longs to guide you home,
that holds
the very essence of being
you long to touch
and breathe
and live?
What’s the shape
of your true face,
sculpted from the inside out
in tandem
with wind and wave
and land?
And will you do
what it takes
to release the old hold,
retrieve your wild,
and let nature have her way
with your true nature?