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Safety in Falseness

The truth must remain hidden.

By Jeni LeePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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There was this shiny plastic wrapping I put on before I left.

Protection, yes, but more for enticement.

Advertising, I wanted to fill the first shelf, I wanted to peak people’s interest as they walked by.

I wanted to tell them who I was, what I was about, what I did.

My wrapper warps me, makes me look more desirable, better somehow.

Peel back my plastic wrapper, see what is really inside.

You will see another layer. Calloused, used to the wear and tear of life.

Appear whole and intact on the outside, breaking apart on the inside.

Durable, meant to last through disease, injury, and cruelty.

Peel back that layer and what do you see.

Something uniform and similar to everyone.

Boring almost, without my outer layers.

Maybe a different shape or size, but analogous in every way.

You see my heart, beating, important and fragile.

Renewing and repairing from the day.

You see my nerve cells, wiry and electrical.

Signals of anger, hurt, confusion and desperation running through like marathoners on a track.

Peel back that layer and what do you see?

Ideas, strung together into barely coherent thoughts.

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Jeni Lee

A passionate writer looking to spread her story.

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