about being vulnerable af
in sporadic catapults
over barricade top

or

just
maybe

Dare Greatly
like Brené

I decorated her
with 100+ Post-its
trying to light
a line into my
bloodstream
from the outside

she says blame
is outward face
of shame

that feeling responsible
for ******* up
triggers so much
suffocating heavy
worthlessness
conjoined to past
we push it back
on someone else
as reflex

it's hard to be
in the V

all alone

broken finger reach
ledge slipping
bone crushed cold feet

your rambling self
echoing hollow

((( ... )))

you're not there
yet

but I know
you can be

you got this