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Just for a Moment

Could I have you for a moment?
Alone.
Just you,
without the sugar frosting,
candy coating,
fake confection outer layer,
so sweet
and so unlike what's inside:
messy,
prickly,
complicated,
sometimes wrong
and often hard to deal with,
but always
real.

I would only need a minute,
plastic wrapping shredded
on the floor,
beside the masks and feathers,
colored spangles,
cellophane,
and all the other
little things
that make you
easy to like,
hard to know,
despicable caricature
of an honest man.

I only want to hear one word,
genuine,
unscripted,
even if it's hateful,
hurtful,
angry,
full of pain.
Pain is real,
and if you feel life's sting
through foam padding
and phony smiles,
then maybe you can feel
this one thing, too:
my touch upon your hand,
reassurance
that somewhere on the inside,
in this moment,
you're okay.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.

10 comments:

gsb said...

so many of us hid that place and never peel the outside off. Nice writing

March 2, 2013 at 10:55 PM
oldegg said...

It is a great poem...but I think you are asking just a little too much. If he is like that on the outside by the time you have peeled off of those those layers, like an onion, all that will be left is the smell.

March 2, 2013 at 11:09 PM
alan1704 said...

Love this poem, the way it flows, the honesty and the heart felt plea. Well Done

March 3, 2013 at 3:11 AM
jaerose said...

easy to like..hard to know..that line sang out..a moment of reality is worth ripping off the cellophane for..

March 3, 2013 at 4:57 AM
Altonian said...

You never know. Perhaps his perception is vice versa! Just a thought.

March 3, 2013 at 7:11 AM
Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Oh, Ann... what happens when the despicable human can't feel the touch?

You nailed it again, of course.

March 3, 2013 at 7:52 AM
keiths ramblings said...

I only hope you are right. After all a leopard can't change its spots

March 3, 2013 at 9:46 AM
Berowne said...

Just you, without the sugar frosting. Nicely done...

March 3, 2013 at 1:09 PM
Emma Major said...

this says so much that we could all do with healing and following

March 4, 2013 at 5:57 AM
Alice Audrey said...

For some people, the real isn't so important. Then finding what's real can become impossible, no matter how much is peeled away.

March 4, 2013 at 5:44 PM