I cover my face in moments of distress
My truest fear is people seeing this very real side of me
The side that is unsure
The side that is afraid
The side that can't handle what I say I can
The side that is miserable
While everyone else looks at the confident joy of sunlight
I cover my face in shame
Ashamed that I'm not who I want to be: a god
Ashamed I'm not what I want people to think I am: superhuman
Ashamed I am who I am: a human
I cover my face until I'm brave enough to accept
I accept until I've run out of things to nod at
Run out of things to hide from
Eventually they turn into what I embrace
What I embrace feels warm and soft
Warm and soft like fresh baked cinnamon rolls
My layers swirled and topped with a drizzle of love
As my salty aromas pour down my face
I drop my hands
And acknowledge my fate