Poetic Earth

Should I have opened my mind?

A test laid bare for those around me—
a spiritual quest to see
if my loved one would truly find me.

The only part of me still near,
raw,
and already seared
by years of fear.
To be seen as I am, without holding,
a sacrifice unfolding.

I’ve opened before,
and watched love run.
Each time, I stayed—
wounded, undone.

I’ve only tried to speak what’s true,
the innermost parts of me
offered to few.

So please—
don’t make me regret
unsealing my mind.
This is more than words;
this is the weight of time.

A quiet reveal
to see what’s real—
and whether you’re worthy
of the thoughts I’ve kept confined.

So I ask again,
Should I have opened my mind?