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- Janine Marie
Past the shade
The thought of exposure - a compelling enough reason to succumb to the pressing voice that demands I step back.
Indeed I must believe that what I have to give within far outweighs my flaws, but that rationale won’t hide the fact that exposure will highlight that which I lack.
So here I am again, willing to retreat in order to yield to the commands in my mind,
Backed up all the way to the shade where the once colourful and beautifully layered aspects of me are projected as monochrome and non-dimensional. Distortion.
Here the temperature decreases and I can feel my shell hardening and my hands are automatically in building mode. The walls are rising.
There is no realistic threat to me. But being prepared for the outcomes I’ve predicted convinces me that retreating is of benefit to me.
Crooked cracks. For once I see the display of my imperfections and inability to perfectly cement the idea that this is where I belong as favourable.
The walls are incomplete. The cool streak is broken by the warmth of vibrancy. And the feeling of softening to my intended nature is enough to draw me out.
For here in the light ALL OF ME belongs.