Poem by Marie Powell
In the silence of her solitude, she finds solace,
Amidst the debris of shattered trust,
She traces the contours of her vulnerability,
A landscape etched with scars of past betrayals,
An escape from the tumult of expectations and fear,
She retreats into the sanctuary of her inner sphere,
Where walls are built not of stone, but of whispers,
Echoing the ache of a heart that still shivers,
At the thought of baring itself to the world,
Where wounds become trophies, unfurled,
In the rawness of vulnerability, she discovers,
The strength to embrace her scars, as lovers of truth and authenticity,
She learns to dance in the fragile beauty of her own expanse,
For in the quiet depths of her being,
She finds the courage to keep believing that amidst the wreckage of broken dreams and hearts,
There lies the possibility of new streams – of connection, of love, of friendship, tender grace, so many things that this list could go on for days,
Embracing vulnerability, she finally starts to find her place.
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