I woke up today only to feel
more vulnerable than yesterday.
An open wound formed on my soul overnight
my heart got filled with a poison
spilling over my vital organs.
I long to feel empowered, wanted, loved
and no love seems good enough. I feel like
I’m an unreachable island, inaccessible by kindness.
I worked, and worked, and worked
and fled out of my comfort zone, and did things I never thought I would
I climbed on top of the stage, let my eyes meet the audience’s
a stare between equals.
But today my soul is dormant
the tiger inside me well asleep
and there is nothing else to speak of
but my shameful vulnerability.