Layers

You are a secret, layered like the earth,
hidden beneath fear and the depth of your past.
You have a universe inside of you, your outside layers are silly and strong, tightening around your aura like metal fingers, gripping.
Underneath there is wonder and awe, soaking in the world around you, figuring things out, formulating plans, developing theories, turning wheels, working to produce order out of chaos.
Underneath that, there is a delicious bittersweetness that no one can taste until you decide it is important to begin to clear the layers away.

We all have layers, and we all have something underneath those layers that it takes a special person to discover.

Love,

Leslie

Here's a little something I wrote yesterday. It's about a character in one of my favorite books:

trapped inside a prison of her own making, 

the walls built out of shame and pain and despair,

her fears, thick and cold and real, 

pushing anyone away who might care to come near.

her past, chaining her to her present,

strong metal, heavy and frigid, unshakable

 dragging her away from all brightness and hope,

her eyes, the color of the ocean, 

fierce and free and wild,

her face, cold and beautiful as a stone goddess,

is calm with eyes like windows

 to the pain and turmoil within.

her beautiful heart, locked away from all human touch, 

never to be seen in it's real charm and depth by another creature,

unless they are brave enough to fight past her the iron bars that encircle it.