No reason

I have no reason to restructure

my now manner of being

when gone are the times

of toeing the line

laid by responsibility.

It wasn’t a chore; I loved them all

but now time to reign in the line

and wind it around my form

like a scarf that adorns,

a hair clip that holds,

and jewellery that sparkles and shines.

I do not wear scarves, clips, jewellery,

when all that I am must stand adorned

by only the essence of “me”

visible to the eyes that can see.

I sometimes think, “Why not, why not?”

and scrimmage amongst the unused

but the heat rises up to make me believe

I’m like the guilty accused

of hiding behind the transitory. 

But you can’t see, you will not see,

and in my lifetime not ever believe

that the one unadorned

loves you more!