IN MY SECRET LIFE - Jon Jackson

[Larry Robinson]

IN MY SECRET LIFE

 
In my secret life, I stand tall,

And taller, too, as each day goes by.

And yet, I also stand alone,

Devoid of touch, or true companionship.

 
At the same time, it leads me to see

There is nothing strange about that.

So incredibly much of my life, as a whole,

Is a life lived with no one else around.

 
In my secret life, I unlock doors of perception,

And question the foundation of all that you know,

And smile again and again, in surprise and satisfaction,

To realize I wasn’t really standing on that ground, anyway.

 
Yet, my secret life precisely does ground me,

Though, it seems, in a land so far away, that

As yet, there is no available transportation

For anyone else to get there,

Or even send a letter, or a message,

Or even make a call.

 
In my secret life, I am vulnerable to disbelief,

Sensitive to harshness, yet determined to stand for who I am,

And to say the words that come out of my mouth.

I am vulnerable to yearning, to simple love, and touch,

And to a generous smile, and curious eye.

 
	- Jon Jackson
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