I have a scalpel in my hand
     Placed just below my neck.
Sliding slowly down the center
     In between each breast.

Tightly grasping my new split chest
     I Pull wide for all to see.
Exposing with no shame
     The Heart that beats inside me.

Now Folding my hands together
     I Bring them up to a bowed head.
I'm Praying to the Lord above
     For strength. I'm wanting to be led.

For I am open in a cruel harsh world
     A defenseless sitting prey.
I have Chosen to reveal myself
     And face all the scrutiny.

My feet are firmly planted
     Standing strong in who I am.
Knowing any confrontation
     I surely can withstand.

Raising my bare fists before me
     Waging war on fear within.
With might and determination
     Each battle I will win.

My hand now stretches outward
     To another friend nearby.
One wanting to open up as well
     And no longer hide inside.


©Tina Thompson