I am an Onion no more

I am an Onion no more

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

I peal away at the layers,

each one a postscript of my heart,

added in some vain attempt

of abstinence from living.

I wallow in what drove my past,

led me to bitter ends,

the leanings of which

are still open and raw.

Like wounds untended,

my flesh is bloody and gaping,

the sadness of my discontent,

opened to infection.

Yet these layers are almost done,

the core lesser of my pain,

more of my essence,

my latent potential.

Here I add layers of hope,

each one a prologue,

a new beginning.

My wounds become scars,

tough little joins of flesh,

reminders of vulnerability,

of lessons content with outcome.

From here I find me,

the freedom of a soul devout in movement,

forward searching, life inspiring.

From here I learn to fly,

to explore new boundaries,

new love, new passion.

Layers now turn to petals,

unfurled,

in the light of truth.

Layers without purpose dissipate,

and a soul remains open to possibility,

vulnerable, yet receptive.