The skin that I wear
has layers of years
molded to remind me
of the detours
I took long ago.
This body,
this shield,
is here to clothe
the very essence of
my being.
It isn’t a reflection
of what you see.
It is the comfort,
a home,
for you to find
and rest upon
with each word,
touch, and
embrace.
I am all,
and more,
less the masquerades,
of what others
expect.
I am me…
I am spirit…
I am.
Moments with Millie 
Very Nice…
Thanks so much!
Spiritual! Good writing.
Thank YOU!
You are beautiful
We are reflections of each other. 😄
You don’t want my reflection staring back at you right now. Yikes!!
Then we must look very similar.
I could have written that! CONNECTION! Great poem!!!!
Thank you so much. I am deeply touched.