the authentic self

the protective self
is the glass,
but in time
it has to come down.
the real you lies behind
it,
it starts as a small divot,
a book,
a word, therapy,
prayer.
new love, perhaps.
it's a tiny hair line crack
of knowledge that expands
and deepens.
soon the window is
full of branches, full of
truth.
the glass will not hold.
in time,
it shatters
at last.
a break through long
over due.
it's clear and clean
now,
the wall
between the old and
new
is down. you are back
to who you were,
who you were meant to
be. your authentic self.