What a word
It holds so much meaning
It is the scariest place to be
At the bottom of the abyss
With no coverings from above
Everyone looking down
Judging how you try to cover up
Every piece of exposed flesh
That hardens from the cold
Building up defenses that make you look
Someone builds a staircase down
As he turns
Walks right up to your squinting eyes
Raises your head to acknowledge you are seen
“Remember when I met you that day?”
Pausing, remembering for himself.
“No, you wouldn’t.
Your mind was as heavy as your heart
That nearly pinned you into stagnation.
I saw you;
Stronger than anyone I’ve ever seen,
Yet vulnerable in the most beautiful sense of the word.
You see, vulnerability is an openness that draws in light.
It showcases the contours that make the act of living; life.
Will you be so bold as to let me stop and stare?
I noticed you too can’t help but leave a piece of yourself bare.”