Raw

Do you ever feel
Like you are walking around
With open wounds
Bleeding?
But they are the cuts
No one can see,
The blood forms
As tears in your eyes,
Streaming endlessly,
You want to curl up,
You want to bury your head
In your hands,
But you are just tired…
You remain still,
Paralyzed, really.

You are exposed,
Naked while clothed,
The light is too bright.
Silence, felt loudly,
It’s all too much.
You wanted real!
You wanted raw!
But the raw “you”
Is frozen in nausea and fear.
Untethered, Disconnected,
Authentic.