I live my life through the words I write
Playing timid
has kept me safe
behind the walls of smiles and acquiescence
for a long time.
Eventually the walls come down
to cast glimpses of ferocity and desire
upon the shocked faces
of those who expected less from me.
They can hardly believe it.
Their painted image of me, shattered.
For me, the focal,
at last I reach expansion.
Expanding beyond me, beyond them,
for me.
The sky dances and screams
with lightning and thunder,
muffled by the houses and trees
I can only make out bits and pieces,
not her whole story.
Feel her anguish,
admire her vulnerability,
wait until she has said all she needs to say.
Show your own vulnerability,
come out from behind your protective walls
to meet her,
listen to her, comfort her.
I have been where you are
and I am here for you.
Scream, cry, punch,
let it all out.
I will still be here
when you start to feel better
and the storm begins to pass.
Fight me.
I need you to fight me.
Bulldoze down my walls,
tell me how I’m wrong and
show me how I’m wrong
stab me with the truth,
make sure I have a long way to fall.
I need that
a strong slap in the face
a bucket of cold water over my head
a violent shake for me to leave my head
and see the reality from your view.
Unleash on me
whatever method necessary
to penetrate my thick skull
remove the rotting roots
and plant a new seed.
Fight me.
Dawning Words 