Afraid

The thick white
The sky has no light
The smell of soil
And weeds
And my barefeet,
Let me breathe.
This sundress
Is too thin to cover me.
Where are you God?
I’m afraid they’ll see
All the fear in my heart,
The goosebumps on my arms.
And the scars.
Who should I be?
Should I be a seed and plant myself
In the Earth and let me grow up again
Free?

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