I was smiling
When your words made the first cut effortlessly
I felt no pain when my skin opened
I didn’t feel the scalpel going deeper past skin then muscle then tissue
Until you reached a door buried deep inside making me aware of its existence
And shined a bright light across all the cavities
Exposing me tender and raw
It didn’t hurt. I thought the exposure to the light would have hurt
When your words lacerated my psyche
When you began to operate; removing my insecurities, my fears, my doubts
It tingled when you stitched the pieces of my heart back together.
My joints cracked from adjusting to walking free with joy where doubt was.
My smile tickled as I opened my eyes to find me wrapped in the salve of your arms
You removed parts of me
but I was left even more whole