No One Wants To Touch My Skin
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, September 20, 2007
No one wants to touch my skin,
Not even myself. Invisible layers
Of humanity’s deeds
Armor my real skin
Within naught.
I’ve been built upon History!
Nowadays, if I see a curve,
Or an angle, within my own skin,
I cringe. It’s so everything
Of humanity. All the sex,
And the war, and the fury.
Within what is my skin
Is naught.
Within my skin is
Everything.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 2007
Share
Print
Save
This is AWESOME!!! Very creative and inspiring!!!
Sandie May Angel :o)
Oh yes. You said a mouthful. Within your words is everything....
B
Armor my real skin ..."
People don't seem to realize their effect on others, or perhaps don't care. This can cause an internal pain or joy - depending on the giver. Everything that happens to us, becomes us.
Kathy
Be safe,
Karen
thank you
My best regards,
Chris
Very well put. What lies beneath the surface is the real you and that's all that should matter. Blessings Always, Paul.
Good morning (at least, here in Texas). :)
The more things change, the more things stay the same. Man's misdeeds have contaminated our skin until we feel ashamed. This is the impression I got reading your words (right or wrong). There is a poignancy, a reluctance, to claim yourself among humans...still and all, a thought provoking write. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.