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 show our true colour.

Gray is what we are coded with.

But are we bold enough to bloom

or are we coward enough to camouflage?

Concealing parts of ourselves to some,

conveniently and

Revealing the utmost parts to some,

recklessly and 

Confusing the people around us 

and ourselves,

What are we?

Are we all just onions with endless layers 

that can only bring tears?

Are we all a complicated puzzle,

never meant to be solved?

Are we all a maze of walls,

never meant to be discovered, a way out?

Maybe we are all just a perplexing

 plethora of exposed emotions,

desperately unwilling to be judged,

so that we could blow out all our walls,

and peel out all our pseudo layers,
and stand there pure and naked.

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