More Than Being Unknown
Unrecognizable
I hold myself in bed at night, grasping and pulling at my skin. Frantically tugging and pinching it tight, so that nothing and no-one gets in. I'm at a loss of imagining, what parts of me might be exposed, if the skin came to be unshackled, exonerated and decomposed. Would I be condemned to ruins dissolving into a puddle of waste, exposing down to the transparent core, the imposter that I have disgraced.
So much of our living is the being unknown, carefully choosing which sides we will show. Not being afraid of being, but mostly the being alone.
Learning I've been more alone with someone, than when I was on my own.
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (7)
Beautiful! I love it!🥰
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Sadly, I think many of is can relate to this. Hope you're okay my friend 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Either can be pretty lonely.
profound truth!
This would be a good thing to read during a counseling session for someone dealing with depression or even anxiety.
Oh my. This is fantastic, and quite relatable. Well done, my friend.