Paper-thin

 

Your fragile skin, so easily torn

Crumpled, wrinkled, rubbed and worn

Down by life – leaves you forlorn

You’re paper-thin

You have no armour on your soul

 

So simple to open a vein and bleed

Into the page – those words you need

Exsanguinated, finally freed

You’re paper-thin

You have no armour on your soul

 

Your smile so quickly turns to tears

Your hopes and dreams collide with fears

Off-balance in your maelstrom years

You’re paper-thin

You have no armour on your soul

 

Yet storms will also turn to light

Your sunshine future burning bright

Spirit warrior – fly and fight

You’re paper-thin

You have no armour on your soul

 

This piece was inspired by the article ‘The Paper-Thin People‘, by Rachel E. Blesdoe, who blogs at Misfits of a Mountain Mama, and who writes most beautifully.