Baring one's soul is a subtle art,
an act of love, a feverish dance,
it is touching the essence, the deep heartbeat,
silently revealing the history of the world.
We bare our souls with trembling hands,
exposing secrets, beautiful truths,
it is to soften what is not revealed,
it is to listen to whispers, the voice that comforts.
To enter the story that so many ignore,
the lost battles that fear treasures,
is to find the dull gleam in the eyes,
and yes, to embrace the fragile, the untold.