let me be,
let me lie,
strip me bare,
watch me cry…
pull me open,
scars unfold,
a thousand stories,
yet untold…
a hundred sermons,
just for you,
some are old,
but some are new…
read them all,
then judge me through,
a condemning verdict,
all that is true…
cuts all deep,
and blood sprout,
with empty voices,
which never sought…
no words ever said,
nothing ever blurted out,
leaving no space,
for a single doubt…
determine my strength,
define my class,
put up boundaries,
isolate them fast…
I’ll cry,
and I’ll yell,
but with pain engrossed,
I won’t tell…
then stitch my body,
as in whole,
close in the stories,
yet UNTOLD…