The Coat
I wear a coat that began just a thread, one stitch and then another on the day I was born. It is my history, the many hats I’ve worn, what I’ve lost and what I’ve gained, my identity in this world. Sometimes my coat becomes heavy and doesn’t feel just right so I take it off and hang it up to see what’s left inside. There’s something there without labels that neither comes nor goes, that’s perfectly present and needs nothing more than love. What’s left has no name and has never needed one, it’s not bound by time, it’s just there and here and everywhere and it shines bright like the sun.
