All of Me

I hear your faint knocking

on the door

to the deepest chambers of my heart.

Your knock is faint

and unfamiliar,

so I ignore it.

You persist and

Knock louder.

I tell you there’s no need

to go in there.

Knowing me up to

the entrance

of this door

is enough.

But you and I know

it is not enough.

For up to the entrance

is not all of me.

So you gently take my hand

and you walk with me

to the door that leads

to the deepest chambers of my heart.

I turn to the door

that has fortified for so long,

the parts of me

that have been screened

from the world

and from myself.

I turn to you

and wonder how you’d be

once you see

all of me.

The ‘me’ that is

not made up

not filtered

not polished to perfection.

The ‘me’ that

is vulnerable

is wounded

is afraid

is flawed.

Will you still love me,

all of me?

You hold our hands

over your heart

and with a voice of reassurance and love

you say to me,

“Whatever we meet in there,

We will meet it with love,

We will meet it together,

And I will not leave you.”

And with that promise,

with courage and trust,

I let you in,

to all of me.