sjsprWriting

Someone once asked me

“What would I see if I looked inside?”

At first thought Blood? Muscles? Organs?

But the path changed within an instant

What would actually be inside?

Would it be a strong, together whole?

Or some ragged remains of hope,

Torn by years of rejection.

So I took a journey

Grasped my scalpel,

And tore through those years of facades and deceit,

To find that my true self

Was barely there.