I used to care, when I poured my soul on the table...with reservation and caution...there it was like a turtle protruding it's head from its shell...as it received injury from the silverware...bruises from negligent wait staff...seeking to be embraced responsibly...but has never come...if but for moments yet none everlasting...rather than wait...rather than hold back...I discarded the shell instead! Shedding my protection...voluntarily vulnerable permanent...so here I am exposed...rolling in napkins...surfing on coasters...dancing with the salt and pepper shakers...a heart bleeding incessant...shrugging bandages...scoffing at the surgical stare...my open wounds are for all to see...if you were to touch it, your sadness is cured instantly...my new armor is invisible...a positive mind...a bulletproof cloak...though I am forward with feeling, I feel pain no more...a numbness from optimistic anesthesia...my hope is your light...my inheritance of scars...both curses and blessings etched on my heart...those are the double words I have received...but only the blessings shall I give to the giver...and that is what makes my life good...
Kasey Cole Braun
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