I don't need your permission to be great.
I can do that on my own.
I feel your desire to tear me down
and rebirth me, dependent on you.
But that's not my calling so lower your hand.
Try making my weakness into your purpose &
you will fall on the blade used
to etch the boundaries of my dreams.
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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...
