Bare

I stare at a blinking cursor, writing urges swell; 

urging me to fill these blank pages with endless words.   

Adding a dash of metaphors, a smidge of hyperboles, a scoop of symbolism, and a pinch of imagery;

while layering it all in a dome of pent up emotions.

To leave it all out there. Leave it bare for all,

to see my hidden scars that run deep,

to understand the daily battles I face,

to realize I’m not this perfect girl,

to know this is all an act.

Because I can’t keep pretending that everything is okay. I can’t keep wearing a fake smile.

Else I’ll end in a dirt pile,

another nameless number, 

in an eternal slumber,

Yet these words that swirl in my mind find no voice to speak. 

This heart afraid they won’t be heard.

So here I turn- to this journal of mine, dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s.

Pouring out all I could ever feel, letting it all out and bare for me to see.

Until these words can finally flee.