The Art of Vulnerability

A poem

If loneliness is what God has chosen for me,
So let it be.
If hopelessness is where I must dwell,
So let it be.
If there isn’t a care in the world for me,
So let it be.
If sobriety is what I consume,
So let it be.
Even though cocaine is what draws me,
So let it be.
If I die slowly,
Let it be.
Scream softly,
Let it be.
Gasp desperately,
Let it be.

For my vocation is my sin,
And a sinner is what I’m not,
But a mortal I must be.

Undressed, I’m clothed.
Dressed, I’m naked.
As one can ever be.

From No Strings Attached

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There are these wicked moments when we feel vulnerable. We need to understand that it’s completely okay to express ourselves. Expression is not a sin, but its compression might be. Because when you compress these feelings to conceal your “ugliness,” you’re actually feeding the monster inside of you. And as time passes, this monster becomes more hideous and cruel. Once it’s unleashed, it does nothing good.

So, dear readers, take a moment to feel, and take a moment to reflect. Don’t nourish the monster within you; wake up the angel — the angel that sleeps soundly in your heart, waiting for your call.

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