A woman sitting in the dark corner, naked as the moment she was born. She sits quietly. Watching with each passing day, I ignore her for the most part. She speaks only deep in the night. She speaks of life, of the most wretched things, of horrors that keep me awake. She speaks of only things that I can see.
She is a mirror image of myself. She has all the same flaws, the same scars, the same eyes, yet she smiles in earnest. She accepts all these things without hesitation. She seeks no recognition or fortune or fame. She merely exists.
In the wee hours of the morning, when the night is still upon the earth, while the stars are still twinkling in the dark sky, she reveals her soul. She reveals the desires, the hopes and dreams buried deep inside. Speaking softly as a breeze blowing through a meadow, rustling the tall grasses, she reveals her heart. She shows the light that burns in the window of her soul. Teaching me, taunting me, she laughs and plays without responsibility.
Naked not only of clothing for the real world, but naked to show the world. To exist without restraint, without worry, without hiding her scars, her passions, her love. She accepts such things. She is naked both physically and mentally, stripped of all we cover up, of all we hide from the world, of all that we keep in the past. Showing with stark beauty that we are no better than anyone else in the world. She begins to dance with grace and beauty, allowing all the love and kindness to escape in palette of color that lights up the darkest of places. She fills my heart with hope, with laughter, with love and understanding for she accepts all, judging none. She allows me to see beyond the flaws of my own scarred heart, to see others in earnest. She dances softly, gracefully to the simple sound of a beating heart, my heart.
She sees no color, no faith, no religion, no flaws, only the naked true of others. She sees nothing but heart songs. She sees only the good and kindness of others, their passions, their fears, their pain. She accepts these things.