Raw

So many ways
To speak
To hear
To be heard
Even in these times
Of sorrow
Of rawness
I used to describe myself
As Pollyanna
Yet she
Is anything
But raw
But sorrowful.
She dances.
She sees the world
Painted
In rainbows.
And then
And then
Someone saw my work
As raw
It is time
To see underneath
Pollyanna,