I Am Open

I am open not transparent vulnerable to the wind caught in an exchange of dialogues of thought and loneliness of heart. I am frail not hollow sensitive to the noise dazzled by misunderstandings of songs longing to be understood a language of alien satisfaction. I am torn not broken desire for a longing but crushed by surreality of what could be but wasn’t in life's constant brutality. I am open when love calls caught ablaze without dispute irrational senseless devotion rhetorical prosaic hum a divine instinctive notion.