Who We Really Are (Revised)

I still love fairytales best, archetypes of

plain heroines growing beautiful when

devoting their time to help all kinds of

beings arriving at magic pools

Where washing will make the subject

look fabulous – a fairy says look at your

face and radiant smile, the kindness

you have shown everyone to date

Has already made you shine, no need

to wash in this pool – common serving

maids offered a bath in pools of oil or

gold, one humble soul choosing oil

Is pressed into gold to arise graced with

a star on her brow; in arrogance another

chose gold and is doused in oil to rise

with her face cowed by a donkey tail

All tales where quests for inner beauty

are based; I learned later to respect all

other roles in the play, goblins, witches,

evil magicians - everyone needed

To make drama fascinating and more

testing, requiring resolution of conflict

in unheard-of ways - unshakeable belief

in good intentions creates connection

With an inner light, so appreciating their

presentation evokes respect for mine,

sharing laughter behind the scenes,

on stage we play our roles perfectly

A sly wink testimony only we know

the all of who we really are…