Who Decides

I went to a party. Fancy. Everyone looked shiny, embellished in sparkle.

I came home. There was the mirror. The frame, a vicious circle.

I go to Google. The unavoidable power of technology. Resist all you want, there is no running away.

I type in "Red carpet looks and styles". Enter. The pull of wanting to become someone. Someone else for today.

I hit "images". I want information now. And I can have it quick. Read? Why bother.

I see a flood of images appear. A lot to take in, but my eyes light up. Of course this isn't a hidden smother!

I stare, I browse. So many looks, what should I pick? The choices are here, which one should I be?

I finally pick. I saw it in Vogue magazine. It has a lot of likes. Will it make people like me?

I adorn. I can become this. Watch me evolve. I can be anyone I want to be.

I reflect, I realize, I save, myself. Even if I can be anyone I want to be, what matters is who I choose to be.

Me.

The Place

Eventually when you reach a place,

Where judgements all but seem to fade,

Where what another says to you,

Doesn't change what you think you can do,

As in this place ego is at bay,

For demons come but shouldn't stay,

Distractions can surround oneself,

From finding what you're really meant,

A truth that scriptures write about,

The one that's lost until it's found,

Towards this search you'll make your way,

The place where night falls into day.

And in this place you will find your peace,

Come now..you have you to meet.