ONION LAYERS
the only me i remember hides beneath a cloak
oft different from the soul beneath
i have grown too used to her complexion
that i cannot fashion the shape of my soul

so i dug deep into the vortex of me
and more layers i found where layers left
each peel a newer cloak of uncertainty
till i am left with an ugly stub

only then did i fathom the paradox
that who we are lies not within
but is rooted in the source from whence
that within was curbed

so i took my fruit and married the earth
for then i realized there was never a mystery
i am just an onion fruit
made to flavor the lives of others