True Self

Location

Okay,

Honest hour…

The purest form of me

Is something that even I don’t get to see.

The lonely, fragile yet caring heart

hides behind The ruthless part

which in return is covered by another layer of shy and sad

But I can’t be that nude and fine,  even when I am on cloud nine

I tell myself to stand Tall and Proud,

But I am nothing more than a seed in the ground

Waiting for my chance…

My shower…

To show myself and sprout

But until then layer by layer I will unravel

I will Unwrap and maybe

I see what exactly am I without my filters

Cause I all am are my filters , my guides 

This poem is about: 
Me

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Svetlana Denisova

My take for the #NoFilter scholarship 

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