The Foreigner

He comes around
Bare in his honesty and openness
Creating discomfort with his vulnerability and lack of self preservation.
He leaves his window open for others to reach in and touch his heart,
Letting the fingerprints linger so that he may absorb the impact.
He asks real questions,
Making us all ashamed of the masks we wear and the walls we build around our fragile self absorption.
He is there with true presence,
but we only half hear him between glanced in the mirror.
He leaves us with a sense of tragedy written so plainly on his face.
He is a foreigner, we conclude as we apply another layer of coverup to hide our blemishes.

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