violet light:

somewhere between the lines
there’s poetry left to be read…
and somewhere beneath my skin,
there’s a whole new person to uncover.
i have woven the secrets of my heart
in silver thread throughout my being;
i have written the story of my soul
on my flesh, in invisible ink.
beneath my skin, between the lines
there’s a story only to be shared with the few
who care enough to seek my truths.
and in the darkest, blackest recesses of the night
violet light will strip me bare
and lay me naked, left to shiver in
the warmth of finally being found.
and only then will my words make sense;
only then will I be real.