a penny for your fears

Facing the fears inside and wanting to hide. He told me to be there, in that place. So, I stood. Very quiet, unable....powerless to move. Powerless in that way. That way that turns your insides out and leaves you gaping, wide open. Now all I feel is clown-like. A sort of sadness mixed with joy. In reverence, I am nothing but painted on.

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