I’m not afraid anymore
of you knowing me for who I really am,
not really.
I suppose I have
Dorothy
to thank for that,
or maybe it was the friends
she met along the journey
to find her way back
to True Self.
Even when all Dorothy did was
cry
and
lead them into trouble,
those friends demonstrated
loyalty,
trust,
and
love
as I had never known –
well,
not all three at the same time,
anyway.
Then, when she figured it all out
and left them with a quick goodbye,
their feelings were not hurt or scathed –
yet the one made of Love did cry –
instead they waved her on
and stayed
to be present
for another
on
another
day.