You

Hey you, yes, you.

have you figured it out?

this journey, the path you're on

meaning of life, all that jazz.

who are you?

you. not your masquerade,

not your wannabe, phony, fake façade

but you:

deep inside, under the moss

gathered over time,

sweet innocence, a touch of naïveté.

I see you,

gentle, warm,

under a blanky, comforted and reassured,

a gentle palm squeeze.

I feel you.

dust off the cobwebs of time,

grow your roots,

spread your wings.

I hold you.

in my arms

and my hands.

I am you. Complete. Unfettered.