Erosion

Photo by Martin Förster on Unsplash

I wish I knew
The shades of my being
Stripped off pretensions
In shreds, by someone.

I wish I knew
The form of vulnerable
Beyond a secret world
Buried in a mute murk.

I wish I knew
The touch that burns my skin
Anew beneath the heat
Letting me its life to breath.

I wish I knew
To utter my truth
Letting loose my knots
Of fears and toxic clots.

I wish I knew
The sound of the words
Halting my heaving feet
Eroded, cracking up from beneath
Before an impasse comes to meet.