Open.

I stand here on a pile of bones,

of a past buried underneath cold snow

that melted when the light shone through,

the windows I've opened up for you

I stand here bare of any armor

in what feels like scorching desert sun

on my scarred and marked appearance

that no longer wants to hide nor run

I stand here completely naked

to the eyes of only you

wondering if they see with knowledge

all they perceive now is truth