My Truth is a Shelter

i prefer my own truths- they keep me whole when their eyes try to divide me.

I have learned to keep my truths

like glass between me and the world-

clear enough to look through,

thick enough to not break.

You look at me and find

a body,

a vessel made for wanting.

You forget the mind it carries

has teeth and memory

and the quiet art of restraint.

My truths keep me safe

from the way you name things-

they stop me from seeing

how shallowly you swim.

You call it mystery.

I call it survival.

If I ever open the door,

it won't be for a gaze

that forgets I am more

than what glows in the dark.

I do not deserve love

that leaves half of me in shadow.

If it cannot hold both the thought

and the flesh that thinks it,

it is not love,

it is appetite.

So I stay behind my truths,

warm and whole,

until someone learns

to see all of me at once.

-Koii

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Much wisdom here. The naming, categorizing world does not comprehend our reality. Let it pass.