My mirror shows me wrong

I feel wrong

something not quite right

sits within me

waiting for me to cast it out.

It sits knowing that it is my truth

the lie, I wear right now is threadbare.

Another push. just a shove

and the truth will tumble out of the closet

along with all the nicely pressed clothes

shiny garments, pearl studded untruths. 

There at the back of the closet, truth sits wearing

the garments called impure, unworthy, scandalous

It wears it with pride

and steps forward even as I struggle to accept

my truth VS their truth.