Inner & Outer Truth

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Why do some of us display ourselves while others hide within themselves?
The quieter the individual the more mysterious they tend to be.
The more bold and fearless counterparts leave no room for exploration,
yet who are never any less that same depth of feeling as the more timid of these.
I am of the silent creatures, my quiet, observant nature tend to cast me towards other's as
snobbish or stuck up, because of my timid curious trend many have never tried to approach me.
Only once I found my mate did my true inner core blossom,
a discovery that even I had no idea of it's form.
I had no clue of my own depth of sensation and opinion, never felt safe enough to express myself.
The picture on my profile is only a mere depiction of that inner truth.
The raw inner workings of my most intimate self.
A delicate description of my trend.

I am not the bold and fearless creature that speaks outright and walks as self-confident as can be.
Instead I am of the other, I do not wish to be humiliated or abused,
but rather to be recognized as I am.
A seemingly quiet, sometimes submissive nature….
As to how it is worn on my outer self; may it vary as does weather's
pattern shift by the hour.
I love color, and black and white.
Pictures and photographs alike, are as vivid to my mind as a
well written book or an emotional poem.
I am at times noisy, those times I shall not depict such as to keep my privacy,
my skin trembles and my core moistens at leisurely thoughts.
Soft rope and shackles come to mind within my minds-eye.
Vivid tattoos and intimate piercings linger on the edge.
These inner creatures can not be denied once catered too.
My lover unlocked my most secret and intimate of truths, of which is in another poem.

My mind is my playground and inside can be too many ideas to write down,
too arousing and dangerous to let loose onto paper for fear of scorching it.
Although my ideas are imperfect and at times very incomplete I still attempt to put them down.

Thank you for being willing to sample my incompleteness and may it also inspire you.
My attempts to finish a writing has been long in coming, and so it takes time
and patience, of which I am rapidly loosing as I get older.

Thank you and Enjoy.

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JWrenJWrenover 9 years ago

Unusual but deeply thoughtful introspection. Read it four times now, and like it more with each consideration. As often posted here, Thanks for sharing.