You wore the cloak of shame
Like a devoted king wears his well-embellished surcoat
Stuck on your skin since birth, it became your name, your identity
You wore the cloak of shame
Since you were an innocent little human
The cloak’s hard texture provided you with a strange, familiar comfort
You had to convince yourself with all your being
You had to wear it alone as it was yours to carry
It became your friend and loyal ally
Softer than the teddies you used to sleep with at night
it gave you refuge, sanctuary and a sense of belonging
In a world filled with white lies
It served you as the strictest of teachers
An invisible finger pointing at you behind your back
Keeping you on track
Keeping you in line
Your velvety cloak, though invisible, was always there
A quite presence in your “No’s”, and tantrums
In your rebellions and outcry
In your depression and exhilaration
In moments of ease and rest
In the chasing of your dreams and desires
An old invisible cloak smelling of cigarettes and stained alcohol
From times far gone
this cloak, was gifted to you with a plea from your ancestors
“please hear our message, and set you free”
One day in your adult life.. a whisper arrived beyond the cosmic veil. The wind
grabbed your heart for a moment and ceased your gaze
It shows you all the beauty around you
And you knew then… It is time to say goodbye to your cloak of shame
You thanked it for all the protection and hard work its done for you.
You needed no more its help or assistance
Tears began flowing down your cheeks… tears of grief and liberation
The unspoken pain was finally set free,
Like caged birds discovering their wings for the first time
You surrendered fully to the tsunami of angst and pain that needed to surface
The wind was wiping your tears with most tremendous respect and dignity
You begin swirling at the speed of the wind, moving your body
Like the helix of the DNA- it became an unfolding of some sort
A deep sorrowful yet liberating unravelling…
The dizziness paused
and you lay bare on the ground, with no cloak of shame…
a newfound cloak of love and self-compassion was all-enveloping
like a foetus waiting to be loved anew..
Your dream was showing you a circle of your ancestors gathered in a circle, dancing in joy
For, you heard their plea…
Re birthed, you close your eyes… and fall asleep..
The wind covered you with your new visible cloak
The cloak of freedom
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