#vulnerability poems on Hello Poetry

Clare Margaret Jul 2017

Vulnerability

Becoming vulnerable is like
skinning an orange that is unsure
of its own ripeness.

#vulnerability #mentalillness

Ethereal Yet Crestfallen May 2017

Untitled V

You're here,
the place of my vulnerability.

#vulnerable #vulnerability #poem #exposed #out #open

DblNickel May 2017

Vultures

"Raise your hand if you're messed up".
That's what I heard but not what they said.
My hand slowly rises and they grin.
Fresh meat.
Then they proceed with uncanny resemblance to TV.

State your name, to be added to the menu.
They want more details, er ingredients.
Their eyes are locked, watching for golden brown.
Lapping lips, heads droopy and bobbing,
The blood in my neck runs cold and then clotting,

****.
This place is over-*******-flowing with vulnerability vultures.
My fight or flight kicks in and I become needlessly angry.
Why the hell am I here?
He's not my problem anymore.
Why the hell am I mad?
He's not my problem anymore.

But I sit and I listen to the man on my right.
He shields his eyes and I know why.
The longer you sit, the longer they glare,
The longer they hope your gaze transforms
Into yet another hungry vulture's stare.

I -had- to go to an AL-ANON meeting this past weekend. I'll save you the Google search: AL-ANON meetings are for friends and family members of alcoholics.

#vulture #vulnerability #alanon #alcoholism #alcoholic #narrative

Molly Byrne May 2017

Once upon a time

There is something sweet about us.
How you never stop telling me I’m cute
And I won’t let you believe you’re stupid.
There are so many details of us
They have all blended into a rhythm.
It is the kind of rhythm you can dance to,
One two
One two,
Like a heartbeat.
Like your skipping heart beat,
Which has become my favorite song.
The tin foil around the chocolate I ate today
Said “get lost on purpose”
So I got lost in you.
And when I picture you
With a guitar in your lap,
I forgot that I am afraid
Of change
And loving too hard
And bears.
Somehow no part of me is afraid of you.
And so I hand you the light bulb of myself.
I let you into my museum
And I ask, “please touch”.
I leave all my best and worst qualities out on display
Knowing you might break them
I invite you to break them.
Because even if you leave me in pieces,
I will be better for knowing you,
And the drifting way your eyes fall shut
And the way you jiggle your leg during movies
And dance your fingers up my spine.
Nothing makes my light bulb quite as bright
As your wide smile.
And I, just a girl, didn’t know what beautiful meant
Until I heard my name on the tip of your tongue.
I have grown a lot since I wore a Dalmatian suit
And dreamed of dragons.
But something about you and me
Reminds me of magic.

#love #first #guitar #magic #boy #lightbulb #vulnerability

Michaella B May 2017

Vulnerability

\ˈvəln(ə)rəb(ə)l/
adjective

- susceptible to physical or emotional attack or harm.

Do you ever feel vulnerable? I think we all do. Do you ever feel so helpless that you fall to the depths of despair? Do you ever feel the need of someone? Do you ever feel like you’re trapped into your own thoughts? Do you ever feel like no amount of sunshine can rescue your sanity? Do you ever wonder what it feels like to not grasp onto hope anymore? Do you ever wish for someone to understand?

From time to time I stumble into the thought of vulnerability. I never mean to, I don’t want to. It just keeps pushing back and I don’t know why. I have fought so long to not care what people say to me. Unfortunately, after holding back the things said and did to me, I came across with gloom. It felt like a jack-in-a-box moment. It just hit me. There was nothing I can do about it and it ached me.

I couldn’t stop the “what ifs” popping in my head. I hated it. I hate myself for imagining someone who will care. I tried clearing my thoughts. I tried. And it ***** cause’ I feel vulnerable while writing this. Until there were no more tears falling onto my cheeks. I eventually sleep after all the crying and maybe, just maybe hope for a better day to come.

not a poem but

#vulnerable #vulnerability #late #night #thoughts #whatif #story #despair #onewordstory