The many varied skins in which I traverse this diverse earth carry me well if I would but honor them. The joy of feeling comfortable simply portraying the “me” that could be seen by all. Traveling around the many countries with respect for the different skins I see but mostly interested in what is beneath, beyond this sheath of human papyrus. The heat of the love of all mankind generated by honoring our stories each. When I accept the true soul that I am then I can recognize all my relations everywhere.
© Carol Campbell 2015
The Prompt today was, skin. The style of poetry was Prose using Internal Rhyme! This one was difficult for me and don’t really feel like I pulled it off well. But… 🙂