Open arms, my friends
I wish it was a joy to be vulnerable
Not a hated, dreaded state in which we hide from.
Kindness takes courage, always and unconditionally
Put simply it is because the windows to the heart and soul are left wide open.
It must be a choice to make it genuine
It must be your choice to be genuine
Wholeheartedly, undoubtedly and fully
Open.
Fear? Yes. Isn't that the most humanizing feeling?
Joy? Maybe. And isn't it humanizing how terrifying that word is?
The indescribable, undeniable, unguaranteed gift
Of joy.
Shouldn't that be worth fighting for, always?
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About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
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The Lesions of Devotion
Every day I set myself down on the freshly cut lawn and strip myself bare. I take my guitar and finger the frets and pick at the strings, listening for dissonance. My life is dissonance. I twist the tuning pegs until each string sounds bright. Then I kneel, calves pointing behind me, kneecaps facing forward. All exposed to the breeze. I close my eyes and play the melody.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Yes, it's always worth fighting for. Loved your poem!