the Portrait.

"For I will forgive their iniquity, and I will remember their sin no more."
-Jeremiah 31:34-

a portrait of anything,
overflows with true nature of
whatever it is
that it parodies.

our self portraits betrays
our truly hideous subliminals:
for we are ugly,
ugly in our bitterness,
ugly in our insecurity,
ugly in our love for money,
ugly in our pursuit of instant gratification,
ugly in our self-love.
ugly in our hatred.

but vain are we,
in our ravenous hunt for acquiescense.
frivolously painting over the ugly parts,
to hide our insufferable essence.

inevitability presumes the erosion and decay
of these self-made portraits, for even indestructible
mountains are worn away by the winds and its seasons.

only that which we had worked so hard to conceal remain;
tenacious anchors of the fabricated assumptions
of who we thought we were.
and when only the hideous remains,
the pursuit of love and acceptance evolves
to despair,
for who will love us in our ugliness?