10: Spirituality - Oct 2021

Two Selves

Stripped from all coverage,
Dropping down to my knees.
I fall asleep in a bed of dead roses
After weeping for hours:
I have nurtured the life I was blessed with
With my salted tears
Until I killed them,
And now, here, I must nest.

“Where have you been?”
I ask myself
The silence penetrating me
So blatantly.
“This is what it feels like when you face what’s in front of you,”
I tell myself.
As though I am two different people.

Two different selves.
One armoured, the other not.
Now that I am stripped, I ask,
“What were you shielding yourself from?”
And “you,” was my answer. 

- Juliette Storm Hunt

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