…of all the vanity that governs my morning routine
The need to pick at my face
judge my nose
scrutinize my lines around my eyes
and the fear of getting old.
…of the need to please
the fear that someone out there
remembers that time when I was less than kind
will weaponize my discourtesy against me.
Leave me bare…
Remove every ill you have found there.
I wish to be a ball of light.
Raw energy and power.
Searing eyes, burning skin.
Leaving scars of memories and wonder.