I Water the Vulnerable Parts MAG

March 18, 2018
By PygmyGiraffe SILVER, Apex, North Carolina
PygmyGiraffe SILVER, Apex, North Carolina
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Rooms capture nothing
Without wallpaper
Coverless books
Dangle bare
Eroding the roots
Of cotton-bound truths
Silently harbored there

Downfacing clouds
Quench fire-filled mouths
Bored deep
Into purple-red air
Branches stand scorched
Under grandmother’s porch
Soil begins to flare

No hiding from
Magnified eyes
No burying
Faces once feigned
The warrior rose,
Petals once closed,
Welcomes a touch of rain

The author's comments:

This poem was written in an effort to explain my journey toward being comfortable with vulnerability and allowing those closest to me to help me develop my inner self. 

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