Are you not tired? with
the endless maintenence
of that which you call
personality?

These accessories you adorn, extravagance
superficiality. Such weight
that it drags even you
lower to the ground.

When will shame
pierce through your thick skin
and leave you finally
naked?

Throw them to me then. I will
bear the weight for you
Such earthly things are not fit
to defile the purity within you

Fly again once more
free, as you were meant to be.