November 12, 2013


Fear leaves you naked
And suddenly you see
Those scars that
clothes kept from view
Shampoos and foaming bath gels
Tried to wash away
Concealers and blushes
Did a good job in hiding

Dents, bumps and excess hair
Stinks and smells and
Stench of madness
Suddenly you are not you
But some downsized
Stinking beast with vile thoughts
Unbound fears
Ungrounded manias

Hyperventilating into paper bags
Temporary reprieve
To a pre-natal problem
Birth not cleansing
This teeming insecurity
Instead flaring the fire
Of a nagging question
“Am I enough to be me?”

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Maira Gall