This is Me.

I am Bare.

I am weighed by guilt and shame,

which is not my own.

I fear I am ugly,

but should know I am not.

My body is past my age,

and my soul, older than that.

Sometimes I think my heart will rot.

But I continue to love anyway.

This is Me,

At a glance.

But if you cut me open,

I am full of wild flowers

and flaming dandelions.

Watch     Me     Burn.