You are more than meets
The eye, hence why I regret
Being so **** blind.

We are pack animals
A tribal people
The human race
Beyond retrieval
All we ever need
Is to be accepted
Wanted , loved
And not rejected.

I've felt vulnerable fully clothed and confident when confidence is all I have on-
Vulnerability is more than being bare for someone to see it all.

It is shedding the coat of bitterness because it ignited fires in my heart that sought to burn me down with it.

It is unbraiding the strands of hair coiled into a tight braid of rigidity, of being so tense and stern.

It is peeling off the shirt of past hurt, one that threatens to shrink tighter every time I wash it with my tears.

It is untying the shoelaces that bound me to a path I didn't foresee, a path I cannot forge and a path that does not lead me anywhere but where I have already been.

It is sliding out of a sheath of selfishness, one that clothes me in want and doesn't serve anything I need.

It is ******* all of my preconceived notions of how to live, why people hurt and why I still do regardless of the joys I have seen. It is stripping myself bare of façades and painted faces, the kind that insist I am fine when I am so far from it and closer to the dark than ever before. It is opening my mouth to cry and to ask for help even when I am blind to the hands reaching for me. It is admitting that I struggle to get a grip and some days I can only grip myself into a hug and hope for more.

Vulnerability is more than being skin and bone exposed- it is seeing past that with the naked eye.

Long sleeves tiny hands
What else can you grab
With your hands-
Something will fall
In taking care of everything
Even a bird don't carry twigs
All at once while building a nest.

Experiences can be beautiful, fun, uncomfortable, awkward and embarrassing at the same time.

She was inclined on the bow
Flowing with wind ,
in the boat,
holding her hands together,
Blowing the warm vapour
In the cold winds of night,
Shining beside moonlight,
As the waves of sea
Slashes the port ,
Splashing the water,
She walked closer
Closer ,
Closer
Closer ,
As she whispered
A good dreamer you
Are, beloved.