Skin.
We all have skin -Dark skin, fair skin,
Smooth skin, wrinkled skin.
Our skin keeps out the unkind weather -
It shields us from the harsh glare of sunlight;
Raindrops glide easily off our bodies.
Our skin keeps us in -
It delineates us from the external world,
A demarcation of physical space.
Our skin hides our flesh -
It conceals the gore of blood and sinew
And clothes us in a garment of inoffensiveness.
We all have skin -
Thick skin, thin skin,
Tough skin, fragile skin.
My skin keeps out unkindness -
She shields me from the harsh glare of judgement,
Enabling criticisms to glide off my esteem.
My skin keeps me in -
She disentangles me from the intrusions of others,
And guards the sanctuary of emotional space.
She also hides my soul -
She conceals my worst thoughts and fears,
And tucks me into a gown of inoffensiveness.
What happens when a victim burns?
When skin evaporates in the heat of conflict,
Precious armour now melting at one's feet.
Pain sears more than heat could ever accomplish
Outwitted only by a pounding fear.
You shake and whimper
From the blinding agony or blinding shame
In stark exposure,
Muted and maimed.
In the absence of skin
You are left
Raw.
posted by me. @ 3:51 PM
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