When will I find the real me?
Was I lost as I journeyed alone?
Forced and shaped where I didn’t belong,
Worked and moulded into a vacant lot.
A lot that happened my way in life
Or, perhaps I never even set out,
For the person journeying was an imposter
A dark actor brilliantly masquerading,
Using my gifts and entrenched in the drama.
I fully believed that he was me,
As he wrote the script for all to see.
But my life took a turn,
A twist unforeseen in the stalls.
I entered the show with life and colour,
The final act, who would imagine?
Creative, flamboyant, dramatically different,
Proof read from Heaven to fit the occasion.
No part in the play for the intruder,
Banished and outcast, unmasked, forlorn
I really have been reborn.
It’s time to live again
John Lowton
Dec 9th 2022
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