Raw

I feel so raw…

I can't tell if that's,

Good or Bad,

But maybe…

Optimism?

I can't help but sit and wonder.

I'm not an uncooked slab of food.

Or material in its natural untouched state.

I'm not a person new to a job or skill.

My hands are cut and rough from the 10 - 7 I work now…

What I'm feeling is raw,

In its purest form.

This emotion is so vibrant and intense.

I must confess,

I'm not used to this feeling,

Of being so strong.

In some sense,

Confident in my path,

Strong mentally and physically.

Ready for what can be thrown at me.

Yet I'm not afraid to admit I'm scared.

I feel so raw as myself,

I'm slowly finding definitions,

Finding more of myself,

Parts I never knew.

This path has been gritty,

Disgustingly gritty.

I'm optimistic,

I'm strong,

I'm raw.