RAW - a poem

I've felt called to write poetry this day. Perhaps it's the big skies we're experiencing on this trip around out country, perhaps it's the sunsets and sunrises we're privy to each day.

Mother Nature is surely the ultimate poet and the writer of our inner-most desires.

One of my core desired feelings (thanks to Danielle LaPorte) is raw. Here is my ode to that delicious feeling:

RAW

A poem

What do you look like,

Beneath these layers you carry?

Are you weak?

Are you broken?

Are you whole?

What can be loved,

Beneath these layers you carry?

Is it hope?

Is it strength?

Is it awoken?

What do you feel,

As you take these layers away?

Are you proud?

Are you certain?

Are you raw?