My real name is buried
Beneath layers of
Debris
Relics
Memories
Beneath the forms and the functions that life has draped over me
Like cumbersome clothing belonging to someone else, disguising my true form
But in the night
When no-one is looking
I peel off those layers, discard them
And hold that secret thing
That glowing, golden truth
And I whisper my name to the silent dark:
Warrior. Sacred. Whole. Fearless. Free.
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