The entirety of my power and strength has been depleted from my body… a release into the thin air
As if there were no bees to make honey
A heart with no rhythm… no blood… no flow
As the rain ends… not a speck of light, no sun to gleam down to enrich the soil, the seeds, flowers, and trees to bloom in glory
No fire to spark gas
No salt and pepper to season the food… all bland and no soul
For me…
Being vulnerable is to lay bare all of me,
My flaws,
Every stretch mark,
Every pimple,
Every bruise,
and every scar
Me when I’m happy
Me when I’m moody
Me when I’m sweet
Me when I’m a complete bitch
When I’m lenient
and when I’m stubborn or shall I say resilient
In the past, my conception when being vulnerable was to be weak
But as I… me, myself lose that fear all while showing more and more of that side of me, I know that…
The bees will still attain their creation of honey
The heart still has every ounce and drop of blood. In fact, the flow’s in full synchronization
The rain pours robustly, yet the sun thrusts ahead, igniting all zest and glory upon the soil and seeds enriching the growth of the flowers, plants, and trees
There’s more to come
The gas and fire are as one
I found better salt and pepper for my soul food
Yes, all of me is uncovered, with every ounce of me
– magic’s been released from my body, but only to produce more strength from within…. within me
I just got remixed and recycled into something more prosper- more real… more close to my true self…
My true calling
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