If my soul was worn like skin; laid bare in ivory – would you look?

If my life’s story lay canvassed upon its surface, every inch detailed with intricate colour and script – would you read?

What about the many thoughts that burn behind the smiles you so adore; creating scars on their perfect arc. If you could hear them, would you stay?

So many secrets hidden underneath our fashioned flesh. What is it that we like? Who is it that you truly know?

Me, or Me?

I am a painting slowly unveiled, a story yet to be finished, a traveller halfway up the glorious mountain.

I am me.

Just not

all

of

me

…will you see?