My essence,
engraved in my soul,
imprinted in my heart.
my personality,
ingrained in my mind,
nature to my body.
yet its been covered,
by layers upon layers,
of moist, brown, slimy dirt,
stones and pebbles,
sharp rocks,
filth.
and now I must clean it.
Therapy,
removing it layer by layer.
reexperiencing pain,
entering confusion,
getting dirty again,
falling back,
plunging forward,
and every step with effort.
changing thought patterns,
changing habits,
second nature,
becoming last,
first nature
becoming a new person.
revealing the engraved lettering upon my hidden soul.
soul,
what soul?
I have a soul?
what kind of soul?
who’s soul?
how can that be-me?!