I want to feel seen in all my naked glory, to receive your holding, acceptance of my story and turn page after page of the book I write down my trials and lift up my joys. See me, for what I am, the fragmented edges chiseled to fit anew. Envelop me with eyes of a burning lust and hands of tender telling me of you. Look into me how I need to be seen through all the dark for what’s between my soft and hard, pure and unclean, I’m riveting.
Isn’t this what we all want? To just be seen.
I think I’m discovering more and more that to be seen, I must show myself. I must be willing to be free and raw and naked and open to an other before me.
The important part is being discerning and wise about who that other is.
Not everyone can see us. Not every is capable or willing.
When we choose the scary, brave, vulnerable thing of asking another to see us, we take the risk that they may not. And we must be willing to accept.
Sending you all so much love.
I hope someone sees you today.
-Hunni
This is an original, unpublished poem by Hunni Bloom.
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