Open

Here I stand.
I am open.
Or should I say here I lie. Here I lay. I am open.

I am fruitful. I have created life. I have grown a universe. Inside my body I have grown a mind.

I am girth. I am power. I am strength.

Yet, here I lie. Here I lay. I am open.
So easily you have normalized this. But no, this is not normal. This is not right.

The room is cold.