Raw

Stripped and bare,
my naked soul is bleeding
on an ice-cold floor made of stone..

Full of wounds and cuts
gathered along the years,
unnoticed,
while I've been sleeping.

It's incredible
how blinded a person can be
to their own pain..

And yet I whisper prayers
in thanks to being able to feel,
hoping I'd be allowed to remain aware.

Shivering,
I draw a breath in,
and blow it heavily out.

I've never been more alive.
The flooding blood keeps me warm.