Do you ever feel exposed
Like "Hey world!
Here I am!"
The last time I felt this way
so consistantly at least as I do now
was when I first started handing out my script
for view and review
I was exposed
not so much for
what was written on the pages
but in giving those pages
I exposed my heart without a shield
without a wall
without restrictions
What if it gets infected?
What if it gets hurt?
I asked before I handed it over
But in a step of
-whatever it was I stepped in
Its part of the gunk I am made of-
I handed it over
to a hand I trusted
to a hand that crushed it
But the stuff I stepped in
doesnt let me stay crushed
because that stuff taught me
that you cant give up
not for what is real
not for what is raw
not for the stuff inside
that screams when you fall
"Get up again. Get up again."
"Get up again. Get up again."
that thing inside that speaks the truth
I hear it more clearly
when I stop listening
to everyone around me I think matter
too much
to the demons inside that yell
too much
no, I hear the truth when I'm quiet
like this
and the wind is blowing
