Chameleon
In my chameleon life I have many faces,
a different mood for different places.
I grow an attitude for the rat-race centre,
authority becomes my tormentor.
I chaff against the ethic of work,
my rebellious side just goes berserk.
Then, with friends, I'm the "good time" girl.
I throw myself into the social whirl.
Unsheathing my claws of sarcastic remark,
I await the applause of those in the dark.
My family think I'm a regular wife
learning to love, cope with trouble and strife.
They don't know the desires I hide,
the secret sins in which I have no pride.
Lastly there's church and the "royal family",
I show them a side that the others don't see.
A belief in a Saviour who died on a tree,
who's blood and death "availed for me".
My scriptural knowledge is healthy and good.
I pray to the Father as a good Christian should.
But my "brothers and sisters" don't know of my shame,
the fact that I play the chameleon game.
O, what a perfect gem I turned out to be,
A shining example of duplicity!
Just what happens when the week is done?
Why, I just put my "Sunday" face on!
Smiling at friends, glaring at foes
then sporting a fish badge for a bit of a pose!
Silly chameleon, selling myself,
Fearful of being left up on the shelf
of unwanted people this world throws away,
Desperately wanting Someone to say
" I love you as you and you alone.
Leave the disguises and masks you own.
Accept yourself as I accept you.
Now go, be yourself, in all that you do."
I hear Him speak but cling to my masks,
still playing chameleon when somebody asks.
This is an excellent poem and should be published in your (hint hint) book of Poetry. The older I get the more I see that there are many chameleon's in this life and we all switch between our roles in life in lesser or more degrees.
ReplyDeleteAs I was reading this the word disappointment sprang to my thoughts as if God was gently asking/saying "BunnyGirl (not using your real name here...) do you think you are a disappointment to me and that you need to be something else and keep changing so that you are not able to disappoint me?
How can I be disappointed with what I have created? With what I know is the real you, the heart of you?"
Yeah, the issue of disappointment I think has some bearing on being a chameleon - a habit formed very young.
Hugs friend.