Open

Here is who I am:
Fragile and broken,
Open, exposed,
Shredded at my seams.
My soul is blood soaked,
Sidetracked, shipwrecked
By my dreams.
It is not who I intend to be
(For long –
Just a temporary respite)
It is not who I was
(Forgotten –
A transparent light)
Here then is my truth:
Delicate, a porcelain cup.
Please hold it, preserve it
I will need it, as I climb
Step by step,
Up
And
Up.

Copyright Hiraeth 2015

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