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Feeling deeply. Choosing love anyway.
Another personal post. Because I’m human too.
I just had an online interaction that knocked me for six.
And yet, it was my own fault. Or maybe it wasn’t.
(After all, I can’t control how other people respond to me. And, doing so isn’t my job — or responsibility. But… I digress. That wasn't the point of this post. It has, however, got me thinking.)
There’s something about vulnerability
— here, now, in the wake of choosing to be more visible —
that feels edgy.
I want to be
edgy.
I want to be
able to be,
express & embody
multitudes.
I want to, and I am.
I want to, and I can.
(That’s a privilege, too)
The war is not outside of us.
It rages on WITHIN us.
MAKE IT STOP, we cry.
Yet when we push it away,
we run.
We hide.
And we lose
something powerful, painful, beautiful
& true.
I feel lonely today, now.
Spent. Tired. Kind of… depleted.
Today has been… a lot.
You don’t need my words.
You know what happened.
It’s late here. Friday night.
I’ve been feeling.
I want a cuddle.
I want to let myself unravel.
Truth is feeling is being with is
daring to be ugly and honest and not
poetic.
This is not poetic and it’s truthful.
Maybe that’s the most ‘poetic’ thing of all.
I asked someone I love if they were available to talk.
I let myself be vulnerable.
