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Skin on steel or skin exposed?
Raw
In our younger more blissful youth, we are able to simply act, think, in ways that come naturally
Not react in ways that best suit, but in ways that come without resistance
Yet as we age, we find that we are exposed- vulnerable to the scorn and disapproval of others and this profoundly affects us
In consequence we put on the armor; often in my own experience, forged and shaped by intellect
So that we use a sharp tongue, clever words, often borrowed from more experienced warriors
To attack from a defensive position
So that now, even among friends, family, we are not vulnerable
We remain guarded for as many reasons as there are suits of armor- to impress, to elicit those feelings from others we wish them to feel, to show how successful we have been without them, for we do not need them, do we?
Independence! Our inherent ability! What we have made for ourselves from those skills passed down to us!
For who can we trust but ourselves in the end?
So we steep into self-indulgence, believing that only a select few can be trusted yet we remain skeptical even still
Always watching, cautious, looking for an excuse to ostracize or to scorn- for the armor is unfixed and indestructible
And can only be taken off by the consent of the wearer
Which is what we intend, of course, to never do
Until the discovery of that one other person
That one other person, whose armor is crafted in a way so similar we cannot help but be drawn-
For the self-indulgence has led on a path of narcissism; making it all the more surprising that we should find another, any other, who is even in the slightest similar to us
And of course a mere glance is not enough, so we test the armor
We play games, ask questions, we poke and we prod,
We manipulate the game, we analyze the results, we evaluate the conclusions
Meticulously scrupulous and systematic, both critical and emotional
So that the line of inquiry initially intended to determine compatibility
In itself pulls us fortuitously more near
We then see, yes… disconcertingly similar
Curious, we begin to take off the armor to see if the layers under are also the same
Until we find ourselves exposed and vulnerable
And they find that they too are exposed and vulnerable
And both start to feel skin without steel
Sensitive at first, it is always this way
Recalling a more nostalgic time, that vulnerability of youth
But also prompting a choice for the present: skin on steel, or skin exposed
And if we chose that more difficult choice, we do so gladly
But only with that other person whose armor is so similar
And whose skin feels just as raw
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