Words are cheap.
Show me who you are;
Show me the monsters under your bed,
Show me the skeletons in your closet,
The demons that you hide, and
The storms that rage.
Show me a world of wonder
and of things that ache.
Show me what you see in the mirror in your wake,
The flowers that bloom beneath your feet
and the crown bestowed upon your head.
Let me see your heart,
Is it made of gold?
Have you held the world in your hands? Have you had it at your fingertips?
Have you lost it in the blink of an eye?
Eyes of ember, show me your soul.
Show me how gentle, how destructive you can be.
Show me what you fear
your imperfections
and the tears you've resisted to let fall
Show me the things you struggle with and the things to which you've given your all.
Show me what keeps you awake in the dead of night
What keeps you tossing and turning in your bed
The sins that have come back to haunt you
Your unanswered prayers
Your hopes and dreams
Your what-ifs and oh-wells
Show me what breaks you
What binds you
and maims you
Show me what fuels your rage
and what shakes you to the core
Show me what brings you joy
and what makes you smile
Show me what makes you stay
and keeps you warm inside
Show me the little boy inside struggling to get out at times
Show me the man you are now - flaws and whatever it takes to be human
No lies
No deception
No masks nor facades
Just you.
Show me what it is to be human, and I'll show you what it is to be divine.
All my love,
Faye
