I always loved Halloween:
not the candy big deal!
not the scary, spooky stuff,
but the luxury
of being someone else,
walking through the dark,
giddy with freedom,
as not myself.

I made a list weeks ahead
of the possible pseudonyms
I could assume,
the alter egos hidden within,
the secret identities
and multiple personalities,
so different from me,
weighing my options.

And then Id choose one
craft a costume,
a disguise that, not so much
hid who I was, as
made me who I wished to be,
displaced inadequate me
with better, stronger, famous,
more heroic someone else

- anybody else.


lee
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How long, LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen?
Or cry out to you, “Violence!” but you do not save?
Why do you make me look at injustice?
Why do you tolerate wrongdoing?...
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails....
Habakkuk 1:2-3