Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Bare

Lord, I don’t accept your love. When you say it, I don’t hear it. I refuse my heart to listen for fear-it will undo me. When you share that I’m beautiful, I’m embarrassed, looking away. If I believe that, I’ll prove myself a liar.
Scared, I pray: let me be naked and a liar.

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