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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