One With Myself

Hid myself away from a world with unkind hands that clawed away at the flesh and bone of my soul.
I stand now naked and bare, standing where once I crawled to walk where I always feared stepping.
Old childhood saying said I'd break my mama's back if I were to slip and fall on a crack...
A crack in this road of life that is ever present threatening me fall back to past, but I stand, wipe it off, continue the accent to new experience and new chance.
I walk to meet myself again. I see my pen in my alter egos hand waiting to write me into view to be read and known again.
I walk to sit with myself and hold my own pen to write between the vague lines no one knows the depth of.
I break down walls that once acted as shields keeping me always behind them, locking me away from earshot, eye sight, never opening enough to show the root, the core that so many wanted to know.
I break the stone foundation that labeled me heartless, cold and frigid so that the beauty that lied beneath suffocating may be released and allowed to blossom its wild flowers in fields of truth.
I break the hard exterior that was my defense so as not to show I bleed tears.
I bare myself so that I may stand aside myself, so that I may yield this pen with purpose, to show what I hid away, so that I may become one with myself again.