Fists of love & Fear

I covered my vulnerability
with fists of love,
shielding the soft spots of naked truth,
the places I think might get ravaged in an exchange.
Somehow believing that a small and shaky hand
can protect the fragileness of opening
from the howling winds of interaction.

I am unclad and uncovered
but for the illusion of language and picture;
a cloak of confetti
that covers nothing of me,
only a thin veil of distraction over the eyes
that are looking to see....
I am unclothed, naked in shivering need
with just the shroud of hands
to protect the fragileness of opening,
drapes across the colorful landscape,
shielding the caverns of soft places.

I am
laid out like a thoroughfare
waiting the brush of someone else’s dreams
to mix and mingle with the paint of me,
further splattering the terrain with mud and brilliance.
and I tremble still
covering myself with small and shaky fists of love.

Reviews

[WritefromtheHeart]

Mystic, this is such an amazing piece of writing!

With your "small and shaky fists" you reveal our soft, tender, vulnerable part which we long to keep safe. I like the way you expose it, and give us glimpses into "the naked truth" of our inner selves. We long to be strong, but we are all vulnerable, open to hurt and anger...fragile as flowers, each and every one of us.

That's why we must be gentle and caring with one another...if only everyone understood how to.

[Wordcrafter]

Isn't it love itself that exposes or clothes us at will, depending on how we drape the cloth? Lovely use of words and rich imangery, MGK. I like this site, thanks for introducing me to it.

[ShadowWolf]

Do we not make ourselves vulnerable when we seek love? This one really made me review my own feelings

[EvesDaughter]

Vulnerability and strength...
two very strong images I see
throughout this write. No
critique at all....simply a good
poem that makes one sit back....