Throwing out words that would never be heard by those who ought to
I’d laugh it wasn’t sad that you should be so scared of me you have to hide. I jest that fear’s what first holds so many back, not knowing the fearlessly friendly form this fierce frame contains; but later, it’s the friendliness that makes fresh fears, as it’s mistaken for something more than could be merited by such as you. Such things come much slower, and your mistakes a stop to them. I am safe: ever unharmed, except at my surface.
Sometimes, in a desire to expose more, I wave the veil: a thin chiffon skims across my skin, giving the impression that something more’s on show. Is it my fault if you then see what was never there? It’s all an act, this striptease. I will not walk naked up the aisle on the arm of he who needs me naked to see who I am. A well honed imagination and integrity of insight are ever less blind than the eye. See me as I am, not as you fear me.