Layers
What are we? We raise tombs, inside us. We close gates, across us. We build walls, around us. We don’t open up ourselves to everyone. We sense and safeguard our something. Something could be anything. A cherished memory. A painful scar. A past trauma. A missing soul. An insatiable desire. An unreachable dream. We let a selected few inside our inner sanctum, hoping they would find a way. So, we don’t scream, as we are being stripped layer by layer, by them, of our insecurities and confusions, of our hopes and fears. As we let the one peel our skin and fascia, alive, to gain access into our naked core, We do muffle into our whispers, to let them continue, to see if they have got the courage to handle us. Building mazes within ourselves, we hope that our loved ones, will be lost inside us forever. Caught in between white and black, We realize that we are neither and We fear to ...