Sharing your writing with someone in its nascent form is like carving open your womb for them to inspect: You hold your breath and pray.
That they won’t: poke about with a sodden stick.
Won’t: Touch the tender bits.
Will: Notice that you’re inflamed.
And that, when done, they’ll hurriedly close the gaping wound and not tell you in agonizing detail about the tumors, the polyps, the cysts and fibroids, the bleeding cells, the lacerations, and the festering gunk they saw.
Hope. You can only hope. For once it is opened, it is owned by the sky. And you can only peer hiddenly from the shrunken margins of your own verse.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Your apt description of what it is like to share your innermost thoughts with someone came to this writer at the most opportune time. It helps knowing there are others out there doing the same thing, sharing their innards with the world.
When one opens up like this
It’s bane as well as bliss
But pray, why hide
The sky’s to glide
Soar! Swing! Savor! Like chocolate Swiss!
Bribery and corruption is what i’ll succumb to
For bars of chocolate distributed by you
For the ten comments galore
You’ll have to buy the whole store
Yes, am leaving now, you will not have to shoo!
Oh! So beautiful!
So apt OJ. Vulnerability comes with a price.
I hear you ..
Each word picked and placed so aptly.. so beautifully!
Oh! I am on the edge the entire time I show my stuff to someone…and then I try (no,, really I do) real hard to not get defensive. PHew! It’s a hard life.
What a perfect description of literally spilling your guts out when writing!
Phiroozeh: *hug*
Aunty G: I would never shoo you away, Aunty G! See you again soon.
RS, Sukanya, ittakestime: Thank you.
Rucy Ban: I can’t afford to be defensive! But I know what you mean. 🙂
DFSK: Hah! I like the way you put that.
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Null Pointer: Welcome. 🙂 Just hopped over to your page and liked what I saw.