Belief And Illusion

How do I pour my heart out to you?

How do I share my deepest secrets?

When I am crying out my Longing

to Be

Seen

Heard

The Whispers get louder, a Roar — Is that Me?

So many memories; some are Haunting, and some smell like the Sugar of a Candy Cane

How do I find my voice, which is dripping with blood and remorse,

When I am silent and muted,

And strangle myself with loathing

I looked and was Blind, no Light or Dark,

Confusion and despair, spiraling and spiraling

The Knowing of Nothingness,

It Just Is

With that, I show myself

My Bare Skin

Raw

Radiantly Exposed

I Am Here