Naked I am when I write these words
I cast them on a screen
Hoping they find my readers ears
Cast out all of their fears
As they drown from all of their tears
This is just me and my words
I fear nothing but your ignorance
I pray for grace and forgiveness
My life once clean
Now a mess from unconfessed sins
I confess my insecurity
To the one who hopes the best for me
If you are to judge me
at least look into my words
And tell me you have never felt like me before
Your heart on the floor
Walked on by others who are more insecure
If you feel my pain
These words are now your words too
We're all actors.
Lying is at the core of it.
Lying to mask the extremes of our emotional spectrum.
A mask can be whatever it is you chose.
The comedian? The artist? The leader? The emotional?
You can be whatever it is you choose.
My question is, which one?
You are the light
In the darkest places in my mind
You are the breeze
on the back of my shoulders
You make minutes seem like the days
I would spend in bed all day waiting for the sun to guide me to the clouds
They told me I was beautiful...
But they were just programmed to say it
You. You told me.
And I belived every honest word that fell from your lips.
Because you taught me what it meant to love myself.
An aspiration to see my way through life, objectively
A hope for clear and concise communication,
A desire to create, work and play,
A reminder of the feminine soul that encompasses,
A means of keeping me as a mover and shaker,
A balance that helps me to remain grounded, even when foundations shift.