Poetry

Ethereal

Sent across the wire
your innermost you
No pretense
you put yourself out there
No outer shell to obscure
the view.
This is the real you.
First impressions based
on black and white
Not on site.
Outer shell does not matter.
You can be who you are.
No beauty contests here.
You can speak with no fear.
The keyboard is your shield, hidden behind

You are yourself.
Let your inner self shine through.

One of the first poems I had written. This was before pictures were everywhere. It was before I realized that people used the keyboard for as much harm as good. I guess I was naïve back then. Or slightly less jaded. One of my few poems written with a happy bent to it. I wish that I could write about the good in my life as well as the bad, but I guess that is what I need to get out. I hope that I can keep to the good parts of this and realize that the trolls represent a small amount of folks.