Lately I've been feeling a little
burnt,
as if somehow, now, in the moist, hot
climate, my skin has
been heated by the sun and
singed, melted from my arms and limbs,
my entire existence hinged on the skin
that used to be there and now I am thrown
into a new, more exposed reality.

When I speak to people I feel they
can see through me, and they see
all of the wrong I have done,
laid out in small pictures
on top of my tiny retinas.

I can feel them staring.


I want to climb somewhere closed and close,
a tiny cave hidden in a gem of a mountain, maybe in the
Andes or Himalayas.
I want it to never get to cold or warm,
an ambient temperature of 70 farenheit.

Please save me.
I no longer know where I am going and
can no longer see that bright
halo of light that I knew
would encircle my head,
someday in the future.

My self cannot be based on theneed
for admiration
and yet I shake my head
at what I know I need
for my skin to regrow
and protect me, again.

10/16/2008

Posted on 10/16/2008
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