I need nothing more than to see how You see me. I am an onion, with many layers, thick but brittle. You peel them away with the knife of circumstances. Still, when it is cut it makes me cry. I am a locked room with treasures waiting on the shelves. Perfect timing is set for the key to be found. I am fragile but courage and boldness shine from me. I am covered in love like a thick quilt, though sometimes I forget. I am longing for my own island, secret place where all I hear is You. Wisdom waits to be called out, don’t let it linger for the chance might be gone too soon.