This is not a poem about Henry Garfield: Les Yeux Sans Visage

Don’t mess with my reservoir of self-loathing,

Insecurities and low-self-esteem.

This is what encourages integrity and humility

Keeping my ego at bay.

Making accessibility

Fresh insights

Constantly renewed.

Self-doubt is a golden

Experience of being human.

Icons and pedestals

Melt in the realm of

Imperfection.

Celebrities slide down

Into the muddy earth

Of echoes that reflect

A world that does not

Need their marble forms

Of style and copycatting.

Don’t mess with my reservoir of self-loathing,

Insecurities and low-self-esteem.

This is what encourages integrity and humility

Keeping my ego at bay.

I see my shadow

On the wall where belly

And boobies are pronounced,

Nurturing new possibilities.

Here is the light

From these female shapes

Creating from this darkness.

Illuminating the darkness

Blowing and moving

Towards reflection and

Moments of the absolute.

Don’t mess with my reservoir of self-loathing,

Insecurities and low-self-esteem.

This is what encourages integrity and humility

Keeping my ego at bay.