Vulnerability-a poem 


Skin.

I’m showing skin 

That can be wounded,

Veins that can be drained 

Of blood.
Tears.

I’m shedding tears 

That can be seen,

Insecurities that can be 

Misunderstood.
Bruises.

I’m barring bruises 

That are still hurting,

Wounds that can be 

Opened.

Thoughts.

I’m sharing thoughts 

That can be frightening,

Dreams that can be

Crushed. 
Hopes.

I’m sharing hopes

I don’t believe in,

 Sometimes Faith I do not 

Have.
Fears.

I speak of fears

That have invaded

Anxieties that make me

Drown.

Trust.

This is what I give you

When I bare all that I am.

I’m vulnerable,

Not fragile! 

But through his grace

By faith 

I stand.

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This side of my skin

This side of my skin 

Is where I begin

And it’s porcelain glow 

Reflects my own soul 

This side of my skin

The same I’ve been in

For far too long

To believe I don’t belong

This side of my skin

Fears have moved in

Full of faces of ghosts 

Which I once was 

This side of my skin

That’s hidden within

I’ll bury it deep 

And just let it sleep

This side of my skin

Is only a dream

With the dawn it will go

And I will be whole 

This side of my skin

Is only where I begin 

But in time I will grow

Let this dead skin go…