Saying Goodbye to My Merchandised Self

Saying Goodbye to My Merchandised Self

I never imagined
I could feel so full
of my own soul
as to dwarf
a container ship
packed dense
with goods and bads,
ferrying stuff I no longer want,
and largely, never needed.

There were times
I thought this impedimenta
could salvage me from the trash talk
I buried myself in.

Bye bye, layers of masks and
shiny distractions.
Bye bye, all the roles I once wore
to impress others or
sell ideas.

I’m staying naked
to welcome
the wind whispering
to me.

And I like the
feeling of freedom
on my skin
in the morning.