Pelgris

I find myself in vulnerable moments
Cut open and flayed
Words which seem true
Reverberate
My heart broken
Believing and not believing
Wondering if what
My brain says is true
Possessed with faith in Intuition
Faith in feeling
Faith in perception
To have that scalpel turned inwards
Whispering fears
Whispering truth?
How could I know?
When the lines blur
When I am not strength
Not safe
Not home
Just another person
Broken
Wishing to be whole
But what would that even look like