Peeling Her Onion

Peeling her onion was making her start to cry,
But she knew it was something she must do;
Realizing the outer tunic was nothing but a lie
Meant she had to peel herself away from you.

She removed insecurities with each scale leaf that she peeled,
Getting closer to her real, inner core.
Not always happy with the next layer she revealed,
Cleansing tears kept continuing to pour.

When, finally, she reached the immature flower deep inside,
She knew she could grow strong once again.
Tears of anxiety and self-loathing had been cried;
A more confident life could now begin.

Every now and then, each of us, our onion we should peel
And remove those layers that make us cry.
Don’t let the outer skin mask what we really feel;
Don’t let the coming tears make us afraid to try.