Tentatively I put pen to paper,
And begin to tell a tale in meter and rhyme.
I proceed cautiously,
Wanting to speak,
And yet afraid of my exposed heart being wounded by the cruel words of others.
My intense desire to be heard slowly peels away my spirit’s protective layers,
Allowing my true self to express itself in the poem.
One by one the thin coverings fall from my innermost being,
Until I can write exactly what I feel.
I am open, I make myself vulnerable by revealing who I am.
I hesitate to share what I have written.
Finally I do, I permit others to share my heart,
And partake of my secret thoughts and feelings.
And they do not laugh or scorn me.
They become wiser through my insight,
They open their eyes, and see me anew.
And my heart, so soft and pink and fragile without its shielding layers,
Becomes stronger with acceptance,
And I no longer need to hide my heart from yours.
 

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