What I
want is to open
up. I want to know what's inside me. I want
everybody to open
up. I'm like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand,
wondering where to begin– to open up the earth. I know that
underneath the mess everything is marvelous.
I'm sure of it.
For you I undress
down to the sheaths of my nerves.
I remove my jewelry and set it on the nightstand,
I unhook my ribs, spread my lungs flat on a chair.
I dissolve like a remedy in water, in wine.
I spill without staining, and leave without stirring the air.
I do it for love. For love, I disappear.
I remove my jewelry and set it on the nightstand,
I unhook my ribs, spread my lungs flat on a chair.
I dissolve like a remedy in water, in wine.
I spill without staining, and leave without stirring the air.
I do it for love. For love, I disappear.
“
I
spent a lot of years trying to outrun or outsmart vulnerability
by making things certain and definite, black and white, good and
bad. My inability to lean into the discomfort of vulnerability
limited the fullness of those important experiences that are
wrought with uncertainty: Love, belonging, trust, joy, and
creativity to name a few.
”
“
She
was transparent, heartbreaking. I would be afraid to be so
vulnerable. I’d spent the last three years trying to build
up some kind of a skin, so I wouldn’t drip with blood every
time I brushed up against something. She was naked, she peeled
herself daily.—Janet Fitch
”
I find a gentle but
ferocious strength
IN
BEING VULNERABLE.
HonesTY Turns
HonesTY Turns
SHAME INTO LIGHT.
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