Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
stripped of my carefully crafted cloak
my mask lifted and tossed aside
I’m not prepared
in this moment
I am
e x p o s e d
this nakedness
my bare soul
what will you think
how will you respond
I am left (now) with
nothing to hide behind or
defend myself with
the exposure
chills me
from within
and now
with no escape
my shaking hands cover my head
I close my eyes and lift my face
be gentle, I pray
please, with mercy, be gentle
tara caribou | ©️2025
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I love this
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Thank you, my beautiful friend.
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A dangerous moment, revealing one’s true self…yet ultimately rewarding.
Fine words, Tara.
My best to you for the season.
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Indeed. And hopefully received with grace and mercy.
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🙂
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Beautifully exposed – what a wonderful experience – one would hope.
A gorgeous poem, Tara.
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One would hope, indeed. Vulnerability is always a scary thing. But can be so rewarding as well.
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