The Burning Man Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

The burning man is every man.
The child within contained.
The shell we see, a fantasy
the inner self in chains

The self within, the truest one
kept hidden and concealed,
The outer shell, the world can see
the only ‘self' revealed

We are the child within that cage,
concealed behind the flesh and bone.
The self inside protected deep
imprisoned in that inner zone

They say we only show the world
the outer part we let it see.
Within our breast, a better self,
we sometimes show to family.

But buried deepest yet, you know
the very purest ‘you',
The one your God can always find,
the only one that's true

This Inner child, this innocent
That yearns to reconnect.
Whose purity longs to repair
the world the adults wrecked.

Remove the frame that holds your worth
and let your real self show,
fly free to touch the highest realm
and share your Inner glow.