I'm ready

hi folks.
it’s me.
seriously.

this time, there is no voice
trying to be sheltered from
my own internal filter.

this time, there is no mind
hiding in the dark of the ways
I like to pretend I’m secretive.

this time, it’s actually me,
lashing out when I say it’s
about fucking time.

I have few opportunities to live.
I say few, because we need to get
beyond this concept of one life.

but I truly believe it’s a matter
of experience.
and this is meant to be experienced.

and if it so happens
that you stumble towards me
and I don’t respond, please, spit.

throw a tantrum, and cause concern
and raise your voice and shake me
and make me realize what I’m about to do.

it’s only a matter of experience
before I gain that comfort level
with the unknown.

but it’s only a matter of shyness
that prevents such
from ever revealing itself.

so, please, help me along the way
says the real me
in a last fit of exhilarating awkwardness.

because this time,
it’s me calling out
and saying, yes, I’m ready.