15 August 2021
Oregonia Gracilis
We scramble and we scuttle through our days,
Oregonia gracilis, shells marred.
Perpetually blind in our red haze
To all the layers covering our scars.
To beautify, to protect, or to hide,
We affix over truths labels and lies,
As if all that we are deep down inside
Were deficient when spied by others’ eyes.
Reasonably, we veil because we’re scared;
This world so full of hatred gives us pause,
And often we’re tragically unaware
Of all that we defend with our sharp claws.
But to see clear, love free, and feel alive,
Strip to soft skin! Vulnerably thrive!