What does it look like…?

What does it look like to loose all your skin?

To be exposed underneath,

What runs so deep,

A swimming pool of endless sin within.

What does it feel like to be intimately examined in this way?

No place to hide.

The devil inside.

Flesh and bone prominently on display.

Where do you go when you’ve lost your defense?

You’ve dropped the mask.

Can’t reach the flask.

So vulnerable it’s chaotic. Nothing makes sense.

How do you talk without the narrative you’ve built?

Life isn’t a stage.

It’s a real, authentic way.

Full of love, hate, beauty, shame and guilt.

When is it time to act when your life is disclosed?

Law enforcement waiting.

Social media baiting.

Ready to lock up and devour everything you divulge.

Why do I yearn for a life in the fray?

Senses on assault.

Earnest to a fault.

Fighting for life in a deeply serious and sincere way.

Who would love me in such an impending state?

I know his name.

It’s why he came.

A relationship so wild, only God can dictate.

Where could I go to be this free?

Every sense alive.

No longer dead inside.

A place only accessible on bended knee.