Is always present. Undeniably. It is part of us, that we try to overpower by ignorance. In poetry, she is called "a lovely guest" that shows at our door step, at our party, uninvited, with the beautiful soft embrace. Whom we roll eyes on and ignore, turn our heels and move from quickly, but yet we feel that heaviness in the chest for acting out so childishly with our lovely guest.
Vulnerability is Love that's hurting, because we dislike it.
Vulnerability is Pain that's isolated, because something else is more important.
Vulnerability is Need unexpressed, that we rejected over and over again.
Vulnerability is Mirror showing us the way, that we refused to listen over and over again.
And yet, she is never a choice. She is always present. She is the very base of our structure, upon which we try to build ourselves with values not true to our essence, often to crumble and start over again.
Until we realize, she IS the Love we always needed. And she has always been there waiting for us to accept her gifts.
