Sometimes it feels like
I'm a little too much of myself
Loosening the reigns until
The calculated veneer slips
And shatters into fragments on the ground
There's something innately beautiful
Yet terrifying
About stripping your soul down to the bone
Baring raw muscle and bone
Intensely vulnerable yet never stronger
On days where my calmness slips
And chaos peeks from under the covers
When exhaustion turns into extrapolation
And I say things I shouldn't.
I step out of my body
And banish her back inside
Because the gift of seeing
My true, raw self
Has been corrupted by too many.
DU LIEST GERADE
querencia ~ poetry
Poesie"let the moon teach you the art of being a mysterious and beautiful woman" ~ alexandra vasiliu
