Work and social groups have their prescribed attire, judged by appearance, acceptable limits.  After some time, we morph into these personas, costumed in a brave face.  Eventually, the masquerade becomes too much.  Looking in the mirror, we no longer recognize ourselves.  Uncomfortable in our own skin.  Unmasked.

And something shifts, a brush with fate igniting a spark.  Challenging us, pushing the envelope.  Change assuming the path of least resistance.  Our most important questions no longer content to wait, free to be ourselves.  Unconventional wisdom.

FACING GOD

I forgive myself

For turning my back on God

I am free to live.