waking up

by Gipsy

 

 

you awakened me

skinned away layers

until there

was nowhere

to hide

from THE TRUTH

the truth is….

the truth is…..

that I was raw

and bleeding

from my hand

not yours

the truth is

that you

showed me

the open door

that I kept

 walking through

blindly

willfully

over and

over and

over

again

 

 

GIPSY'S POEMS

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