vulnerable

The entire time you talk, you stare straight ahead. You walk at a swift and concentrated pace. Then they say something that might mean something else. Your adrenaline rushes as you hope and dream that that’s what they meant. You turn to look at them and as you stare into their face, searching for the same emotion that you feel, you feel yourself open up. You bare your feelings to them right on your face as you stare into their eyes. You let them see the most beautiful part of you. You make yourself vulnerable in the hope that they will make themselves vulnerable. You feel your face soften into the most relaxed, joyful expression you have ever felt as you open a passageway straight to your soul and let them peek in.

Who am I?

My heart beating in my chest is like a playful, elusive breeze. Jumping. Skipping a beat. And then flittering away. My hair falls in tangles around my shaking shoulders. My dress carries the salty stains of tears. My hand and arm tremble as my body tries to convey what my soul cannot. Terrible frightening words issue from my mouth as a stare at a face in the mirror. The face seems familiar...I know it...It is mine. Who am I? I am Maria.