I tried to make myself small
for the benefit of others.
To make them feel safe and secure.
It's not a popular notion
in this era of unapologetic
but if it meant keeping the peace,
I would at least try.
But
making myself small did not work
nor did it feel natural,
for as small as I could make myself,
I could not, for the life of me,
deny the living word of my existence
and neither could they.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
