Here In My Words

I have been mistaken for cold,

A stone lacking emotion,

A little too controlled,

But my depth is an ocean you could drown in.

Read me and tell me if ice fills my soul.

For here in my words,

Ink poured over pages,

My flesh is exposed,

Naked and vulnerable.

Here in my words,

Outside of armored cages,

Bare skin uncovered,

Soft and penetrable.

It is here, in printed script,

I let myself be free,

Untethered, uninhibited,

Unashamed, undone,

Perhaps a bit unhinged to some.

Here in my words,

I let myself be me.