An Open(ed) Letter

Admit,
that concealed inside
is that which by design
is to be declared

and yet,
you clutch dear and offer
a censored and finely veiled
version of your person
as if to bare your internal workings
would leave you weak and depleted;
exposed to delusions of decay

and yes,
the spectres have sensed it;
your scent emitting your significance -
and they have sniffed around your merit
and have scratched upon your shield;
they have paced beneath your purity
to incite your luminosity
toward the possessive pack embrace

and you react,
snatching back
your outer offerings;
reassembling the illusion of fortification
you construct a shell of endowments defensible -
bringing in red lipped reinforcements
you present the outer impression of power internal -
and the core of you is magma ablaze
but with each expressive vent you blockade
you leave your luminosity locked down

And so,
if you please -
let your radiance erupt
and dissolve the flimsy mantle;
let the elemental structure of fear fall away
then emerge and evolve into a dwelling undivided
and see the vessel become your vehicle  
and the collapse of your confinement
become your best undoing