When No Layers Remain.

When No Layers Remain

 

Opening up to you

is like shedding off

layers of myself one at a time

I’ve always wanted to get rid of

those heavy disguises

But how far is too far?

How many layers underneath

will you no longer still understand me?

I feel it deep in my bones

this excitement to have someone

know me so well and protect

all my secrets

But when no more layers remain

leaving only my exposed bones

will I feel free or naked?

Relieved or embarrassed?

My skeleton has never had

much attention.

Will the sunlight of your soul

illuminate throughout my framework,

or cause it to burn and crumble to ash?

                    -e. m.

Reviews

[Max64]

Mess ... a solid start. Good metre, good conveyance of ideas. I think perhaps it is not finished, not in a sense of length, or ideas but perhaps refinement. I think if you set it to the side for a few days, then come back at it fresh, a tweak here or there will make this better than present.
But I very much enjoyed reading your work.

[mess of gorgeous chaos]

Good idea, I will definitely come back to it in a few days and see what I can do. thank you very much.

[Max64]

I read a few more of your poems. You have talent. Keep up the work.

[mess of gorgeous chaos]

thank you so much, that means a lot!! I will go read some of your writing as well(:

[Nessie_AJ]

Stopppp! This is so great! I think this says so much. Not only "how far do I let people in?" but also it's like it's saying "Can I recover if they hurt me because I'm going to let them in anyway."

[mess of gorgeous chaos]

Thank you so much!! I'm glad you got those two messages conveyed within the piece, and I love hearing them in your own words!