Fingers trail this skin.
Prints sear an opening in this physique,
And the husk begins to fall away,
Layer by layer,
Unearthing an ember that glows inside,
Brighter still with every heartbeat.
Every heartbeat a pound on the drums of courage
Of me standing before you.
A hurricane howls within;
A debris of doubt and the unknown,
Swirling in its midst.
But in the eye of the storm,
Lies the plain truth of a tranquility
And I am unafraid.