I'm going to step out of my skin and show you my bones,
drenched in my blood, my sweat, my tears
bones that, even bleached white by an unforgiving sun, will gleam with my essence because they are my core.
I'm going to step out of my skin and show you my bones, and you had better not flinch when I do because YOU have made me what I am.
I'm going to step out of my skin and show you my bones because I want there to be no more pretenses and no more lies. I want there to be nothing between me and the truth because the truth all of the time has got to be better than these half-truths, these simplifications, these lies.
I want you to step out of your skin and dance in your bones with me. I want the world to shake off this thing cloaking our beings and I want us to Be.
Can we just be, please? Be in our Bones?
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a confession, my love: i had lost track of your blog for a while because i couldn't remember the address. well, that was stupid.
lovely poem. it sounds very familiar; did you write it?
-anita
i did write it myself :)
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