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poem 3

Growing as a Person consists shedding back layers of your soul , so naked and bare to the outside but you feel the heaviness ....like you have layered clothes on walking out of the salty ocean. so heavy , such a burden. you see the worn, teethered , warped , old, chipping layer that reminds you of aged dry wall.

your body beautiful, but cracked in certain places, holes from wet tears that caused mold of the soul.
and the foundation deteriorating year by year , second by second , has so much to give but everyone just takes from it. stands and gawks at the ugly but angelic image you carry. wanting to look away but can't bring themselves to do such .
everyone peers in the dusty windows of your eyes and soul but never knocks at the door , which is your bright beating heart. if only they would knock maybe you would crack the door. it only someone would pay attention. . maybe some tlc. that is all it takes. to feel. to feel like your not abandoned and just something for people to look at and touch but never really wants to feel and take in the beauty that your home is full of.
©scorpio