the brink

It is the brink
When I find out exactly who
The person who walks daily in my shoes
However every morning in my skin
Scrapes away these onion layers
Is.

Not immediacy
But longing truths dare to be answered
Or addressed at minimum
No matter the length of search
Regardless the struggle of identity

Innocence
Will find a way in time
Revealing rewarding renewing
Curiosity Carefree celebration of closing the door
On close-mindedness
Asking others to open theirs.
In anticipation of all I am and will be.