Poem: See the Real You

Take off the mask, let the silence speak,
No need to be perfect, polished, or sleek.
You’ve carried the weight of who they want to see—
But I’m not here for that. I want who you be.

Not the grin that hides when your soul feels low,
Not the “I’m fine” lines when the cracks still show.
I want the voice that trembles with doubt,
The part of you scared, the part that shouts out.

Let me see the mess, the edge, the flame,
The version of you that has no name.
The softness in your rage, the truth in your tears,
The hopes that grew wild through your hidden fears.

You don’t need armor, not here, not now—
I won’t ask “why,” I won’t ask “how.”
Just show me the story beneath your skin,
The places you’ve broken, the places you win.

Because real is rare, and rare is true—
And I don’t want perfect.
I just want you.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty