AniBea Poetry: I Am Not a Joke

"I Am Not a Joke,"  A Poem, by Anshin B Kelly (AniBea)
~ You come and visit me, 
~ When you need a shot of spiritualness, 
~ Or maybe you're one of those people
~ Who have so much to hide,
~ And you need to keep a close watch
~ On me, to be sure your story
~ Is narrated afresh.
~ It took me my whole life to realize,
~ That you come to feel better about yourself,
~ You come to touch something real for once,
~ But it's not to nurture it in yourself,
~ It's to take what you yourself
~ Have squandered in your life,
~ And you hope that by being near me,
~ Yet going back to your fantasy,
~ What you have stolen will bring you
~ The relief you search for.
~~ Well, I am not a joke.
~ And I determine from this moment
~ On, that I will not allow such robbery,
~ Such deceit, such nonsense to
~ Enter my life,
~ To treat me like some kind of idiot,
~ Like some kind of storage unit
~ You rent, because you hoard
~ Everything;
~ Your secrets, your stuff, your narrations
~ In your mind, that keep the
~ Fantasy Mill alive.
~~ I, am not a joke.
~ I am more real in my 
~ Spiritual Prophesy than
~ You are, in your house
~ Made of wood, stone and metal.
~ And that is why you come,
~ A thief in the night,
~ Right to my face,
~ You syphon, because
~ The gas in your car has
~ Absolutely no power to drive
~ You away 
~ From yourself.
~~ You're the joke.
~ Your money shrivels in
~ The first rays of sunlight at
~ Dawn,
~ The next time you come
~ 'Round to visit, dressed like a 
~ Child in a Halloween costume,
~ Instead of the grown person you are,
~ My door will be locked.
~ The locked door signals
~ Your time,
~ Your time to become real.
~ Your time to stand up to
~ The most vicious lies; the
~ Lies that live inside yourself.
~~ You are not a joke, and
~ The locked door is a Sacred Barrier,
~ Willing you to grow up; to stop the
~ Charade, to get off your fanny and
~ Live,
~ In total Truth, in total Wholeness.