The Moment
THE MOMENT
The moment when
I realized that
I am naked
Without my hat.
The work hat that I choose to wear
It covers not my head nor sits upon it
It does not attempt to cover up my hair
Instead, it helps me work within my capabilities
My hat is but a simple thing
It is not a thing I choose
It helps me figure out the ring
Of the tone in my voice, and the words that sting.
I work my best when I wear my hat
Using words as weapons and comfort situational
As a blanket of hope, or vengeful bat
I am who I am that's surely true
But when it comes to my hat I realized
It keeps me from becoming depersonalized.
So may hat though strange it may seem,
is what keep me, in the moment, from letting out the banshee Scream.
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