Our most valuable blistering curse, when sticks and stones may break our bones, our truth will always hurt us, for we do venture into hell. And it can be hellish as being broken physically if our inner truth is scaled, our fortress mind, our inner ego pulses with fury as truth uncovers strengths and vulnerability. We fear exposure of our true self when we fear ourselves.

And for most of us the journey to our truth is hidden over the years as we layer on how others view us, what we let them see and what we hide away.

We have our vulnerable inner being that hidden and less nurtured self. The one which fears all manner of things and most of all our true self. That inner me, the one who needs the love and yearns to be accepted is hiding hiding just in case I am rejected for my reality.

We keep that hidden darkness as long as life it seems, and in our true measure we wonder if we will find acceptance in this world. What’s wrong with letting others see the inner man and what makes him tick. His passions are not different from any other he can see. Yet if I strive to share my needs and offer up my self to you, what will you do to me?

I wondered over many a year, taught with alarm and clarity to keep myself to myself and never let you see. And stunted little me sat plain and lonely on his own, his castle keep so strong, I’m glad it came tumbling down and that my life went wrong.

Don’t let them know the real truth, for they do they can hurt me, I learned it well and hid for what seemed like eternity. And broken in my land of dreams I writhed and lost the lot, until I realised it was not my dream, it was yours and never mine.

And now as my true self learns to be the man I am, I accept and let the real me grow, and fortune smiles on me. Learning to me amongst a broken mass of life, emerging and letting my feelings show, I see great folly followed me, and kept me from my truth and my reality.

How others start to see now, the real man I am, will they accept this truth. Or will they find as I have now, that for every strength there is a vulnerability. That in my imperfect learning state, I will feel a different way, that shame and ridicule so feared for many a year is nothing more than learning to live, and being friends to fear. And fear that me hard and fast, to another’s life a great success and all another life offered, now has no currency. In this new world where truth and love, where learning is a part of me, I realise my bigness grows the less I know, the more I learn.

As others measure and find their judgment of this man I see, this is a better time for them to judge, their judgment does not hurt me now. Without their prejudice I judge my self, and with their prejudice I can destroy myself, if I accept their view. And now I realise as they judge me with their prejudice they limit all they are, and commit to their own hell on Earth.

As freedom sits and works with me, and opens all my mind, to possibilities and connections I thought lost to time, I realise others made me fear, and not the real me.

To be an ordinary happy man, with simple needs and open mind, I let their judgments go. I make my way imperfectly, with truths kind friendship close. We may never have the start in life which opens all the doors, we may learn to find ourselves if we have time and make our way the way to work. We may never try if we are put down and lost to others will, its not anyone’s fault I realise as nurture will bind or set us free, to wonder and make good this one and only life.

Humanity sits with prejudice and keeps a close eye, on every living being it seems and we learn to hide away. Until we find that inner strength to let the fear work as much for us and not against our inner worries. Made of rock embedded in our youth where young minds find blight from society. Let go those myths and tortured days and gone as if I can, I work to accept and cast them out, a lifetime opens on those broken stones.

Will I ever find myself, I realise it matters not, and someone said it is our journey and not a destination we experience to make our lives complete. And why we are taught to judge our endings I realise for now is corruption of our senses.

In essence we are good and worthy and we can make our lives work. Our measure and some prejudice can undermine the lot. Let go old ramparts and the rocks, throw away those stones that break the mind. And free our spirit sensibly, to love and better times. A life journey is the destiny, the ending does not matter, for in endings there is no measure useful to me or other living beings.

Our ever present present, our gift of this one day makes anything a possibility if shared and nothing possible if we hide away. It is a brave and sensible choice to let our truth be known, or we never will experience the gift of now. And balance and probability suggest we have half all in equal measure, of life of joy and sad and in between. Cut short by closing down, cut short by happenstance, made free in a moment some might say, that moment of our clarity…