always thought I was an open book
heart on my sleeve
every thought and emotion splashed
across my face and skin and voice
too open
a facade
now learning to open the true text
authentic, raw, real, unaltered
fear tears at my gut
shame nips at my heels
who am I to want
to try
to be
to create
enough
digging in excavating truth is messy
scary
devastatingly freeing
terrifyingly empowering
heart ever on my sleeve
(One-shot poetry is where I challenge myself to write first thoughts with minimal edits meant only for spelling)
CobaltFae 