Lying Naked
exposed and defenseless,
to the knives and swords
that are words.
Only a thin blanket
of self worth,
to cover my cold and open
heart.
Cuts and scrapes
from near fatal misses,
scar my body with insecurities.
Tears of pain
run down my bare skin stinging
as they salt my wounds.
Pulling at my blanket
I try to hide from yet
another attack.
But this time the knife of guilt
is thrust deep into my
kind and compassionate heart,
hurting, maiming, killing.
Now I lie covered,
beneath the heavy earth,
safely protected by death,
From all enemies.