Give to Me Your Hurts

Give to me your hurts.
Give to me the fragilities
And the rejections,
The hostilities
And the disappointments that have
Drenched your heart all these years.

Give to me any reservations
You have about opening up your chest like the sun,
And letting your honesty pour
Like heaven’s laughter.
Give to me any remains of your damaged skin,
Unclothe yourself of the uniforms
And the fashions you have hidden yourself in.

Give to me anything
That has become precious but useless,
Your superstitions and your attachments.
Give to me your shameful secrets,
Those wordless terrors
That cripple the purity of your voice.

Give to me anything
Which convinces you
That you need me.
And I will show you
Nothing else
But your own feathered beauty.