What Do We Hide?

What do we hide

As we walk down the street

Wrapped in shirts and blouses

Pants and skirts

 

What do we hide

Behind our laughing smiles

When we grimace and frown

Or just turn away

 

What do we hide

Inside the skin we wear

The one we show the world

That hides us.

 

Is it the flab we think is too much

The blemishes we believe embarrass

Hideous tattoos we wish we hadn’t

Bumps and bulges that are a shame

 

Or maybe it’s something deeper

The scars of an abusive father

A neglectful mother

An uncle that took his liberties

 

Or maybe it’s something intangible

A conviction of being unworthy

An insecurity that nothing is enough

Or the relentless worry that halts

 

What do we hide

When we walk in the world

In a skin that is not ours

Which protects us

 

What do we hide

At our core we have a secret

Wrap it in a false skin

No one will know

 

What if

We wore our real skin

Revealed our real truth

Shared our real being

 

What if

We revealed our tattoos

Our scars

Our fears

Our loves

Our tears

Our dreams

Our thoughts

Our skin

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About kingmidget

About the name. I was the youngest of four. Until I got to kindergarten, I didn't have much to say. All I had to do to get what I wanted was to point, and a sibling, or loving parent, would fulfill my request. As a result, my father coined the nickname -- King Midget. At least that's the way the story goes. I am a father, husband, friend, and lover, writer, runner, pizza maker, baker, and many other things. What I am not is my occupation. It is my job that pays the bills and provides for my family. But, it does not define me.
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8 Responses to What Do We Hide?

  1. Dale says:

    What if, indeed. We would share our authenticity.
    Thought-provoking poem, Mark. I like it. Very much.
    .

  2. Ravyn Whyt says:

    Very powerful piece! I like this one a lot. We need to spend more time being authentic. I strive every day to live my truth.

  3. I like the poem too. I think the most we can hope to do is reveal a glimpse of those things that shame us…

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