As you begin
Get lost in the thoughts
Of the author,
within my own.
Becoming exposed,
Head to toe,
Naked with
Vulnerability.
But that's alright,
I trust you.
Turn these pages,
With my reflection
Starring back at you
And read.
This is not pretty poetry. These are truths I was never taught to speak.
Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask.
For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less.
I write for you.
I write for me.