Poetry
We’ve bared true selves; our old testament God; our moral rectitude; our virile creed; at a dear price; of piano lessons and choir practice; of red, yellow, and blue; of popcorn popping on sweet; blossomed trees; Asking and nothing is given.
What do we do when we begin to realize that our evolving identity, the genuine identity that causes us to be happy, the one we feel called into, the one that is honest, no longer fits or meshes within a culture?