I either share my sex or my secrets
like you reminded me you too have lived a life
A life of your own
With stories I have yet to hear- behind your fear I expose my sin too soon- a tear in my co coon
The truth spills out
trauma reveals my vaulnerabiluty
I let you listen to my wounds
They way a lover should
Taking tip toes around the heart of the matter
Before I'm shy enough befor I get lost in the past befor I take another slip on the path I tell you the truth I tell myself the truth
The secret keeper is no longer alive
Because my words are free
Words unwind the lost time
Words subdue the mind
The heart still beats the same with the absence of fear
My story is mine to give or take
The heart that breaks will beat again
The love story bends like branches rooted in the soil of life
The truth
The roots
The words
Sustain the winds
Life changes
I relax into the ground
Not quite comfortable
Not quite home
Watching you arrange flowers
As I expose myself
Self I say
Sitting in the sun playful
You asked me for more so I gave what I had no longer lonely no longer sad
I'm glad I'm even discovering something
Else about myself
Take me as I am I'm not going to be the judge or ask you for more
Lieing would drive me in circles I no longer wish to explore
The floor is always the floor
Sometimes I stand I lay down I wait it out
I talk to much about the past in fear of an unknown future
I Dream and create forward move towards peace I have peace by revealing myself - maybe too much maybe too soon but said and done the path to myself the way through this cocoon - the way in is out of this shell the barrier between me and you-
I will let you get to know me that is the gift I give myself
To be known -
To say you know me
To say You held my hand
While I told you the truth
My story my healing the wisdom in my words that soothed you in a deep way your heart had ever known-
So she told herself
Dreaming on the way home