The layers of cover
I’ve spent so long building
these traps, these obstacles,
these ways I keep myself
safe from the world,
From my own heart.
and now they’re pulling away
like the ocean drops from the sand
Threatening to surge again.
But I’m tired of the weight.
I don’t want this smothering shelter
I’m tired of burying the mess
swept under thin skin.
I don’t want the false safety
the shroud that masks heart and desire
that hides me and my imperfect from the world.
I just want to be.
to stop teetering on a pedestal, while the world rocks it beneath my feet.
to stop seizing with fear
Naked and messy
pure form of rough-hewn human
mistakes and faults spilling out and over
ruining the world’s ideals of beauty
I’m tired of keeping it together.
I want to lose my shit.
and have the world be okay with that.