What color shall I paint my heartFor all the worldTo see? What is the brush strokeThat would allowThe worldTo trulySeeMe?
Lay my weary headupon a soft bed of earthwhere I can feelthe heartbeat of life against mineto breathe the melodycarried upon the lips of the windand immerse myselfin the harmonious placewhere we become one Let me go hometo where the pristine waters flowproviding strength and sustenancefor my weakened soulwhere I can close my eyes,embraced by
Today Today I stand before the world With my heart and soul bare No longer will I hide Due to timidity and fear I have reached within myself To find the courage and the strength To reach past the vulnerabilities That have kept me locked within my solitary cage I stand before you now Naked
The Space Between In the space between a heartbeat and a breath in the time, midway between a sigh and the teardrop’s fall In the empty space between the fissures of life, stands, I. The essence of my inner being in this moment of nonexistent time disrobes myself of the fabric of this worldly flesh