As I am I will go to my Maker,
I don’t need to pretend to be more.
I stand as I am from now on.
As I am is enough.
As I am I bare my soul.
This may be the one life I’m living,
or maybe I’ve been here before,
or maybe there is no death,
no end,
no change at all.
In any case,
my life’s too old to reupholster,
the layers that
act and think and feel like me
are too thick to paint over.
There will be no do overs,
no rewrites,
no bridges to the chances I’ve missed.
I stand as I am from now on.
Whatever I do,
however I feel,
wherever I go,
as I am is enough.
As I am I bare my soul.
