Beneath the surface

Facing mirrors
Funhouse image
Clowns and masks hiding
The darkness below.
Gently removing each piece
Every jewel set aside
Boxed for sale
No longer needed.
Owners manual so handy
When learning to read
Language almost foreign
Yet known so deep within.
Naked to the light
Exposed the flaws and held the pieces
Broken shards swept away
Into the ground.
Healing thoughts mend
Years of shadows
Walls cracking, crumbling
Reveal the surface of marble
Smooth and free.
History in the stars
The karmic records ripping
Burning in the fire
Of becoming new once more.