Like a cadaver,
I lie cold and still
as my layers
slowly strip away.
With each written word,
my cocoon is cut away
leaving me naked
and vulnerable.
First, my skin
is peeled back
revealing a cache
of hidden words.
My muscular system
is then dissected
making my stanzas
fall
apart.
rules and punctuation
are then lost
as my skeletal system
is dislodged
finally my nervous system
lies absent all its layers
revealing the hidden
inner truth of my being
but i am not dead
and i am not alone
instead i write on
with everything revealed
Cody McCullough Writes: 
Yes, it’s like that, true poetry is raw and real.
Very true….
I’ve got words in my bones too.
Good to hear.
I tend to use the same sort of thing for reviewing, dissecting the ideas, words, feelings. It seems as the writer lays his or herself bare, then the reviewer does so equally with alternate insight.
I hadn’t thought of it that way with regard to the reviewer, but now that I think about it you are spot on. By the way, thank you for continuing to follow my blog and for the good insights. Much appreciated.
I enjoy your writings, so you can always count on me reading and commenting.
Much appreciated, Ste J. That was exactly the comment that I needed to read. I feel as though I’ve been stuck in Purgatory for much of this year. I suppose the time has come for me to realize that Purgatory doesn’t even exist; hence, it is impossible for me to have ever been stuck there. No, I was not, and am not, stuck. I just need to be reminded from time to time. Thank you for that.
Love
Thank you. 🙂
You’re welcome
This is an interesting poem that draws an allegorical parallel between the creative act of revealing our inner self and the physical act of bodily dissection. By drawing this parallel, this poem emphasises how confronting and painful it can be to reveal our inner selves to the outer world through writing.
Exactly! Thank you for your wonderful comment.