Vulnerable

You feel vulnerable.
You feel naked.
Your soul naked.
You want to hide your soul.
You want to warm your heart.
You want to run to the past.
Happy you.
Past, so beautiful.
Past, so easy;
‘coz it’s been lived.
It’s been seen.
You want to be child.
You want to cry.
You want to scream things out loud.
You want to sleep.
You want to be woken up like from a bad dream.
You realize your life has boiled down to most important thing.
And that when that important thing is at stake.
You wish to give everything you ever had or will ever have;
Just to not have ever faced this moment.
But wishes just remain so.
You feel thrashed.
You are bound to live it through.
You live it through.
Everything is lived through.
Everything is assimilitated.
It seems so.
But a scar remains;
Unseen, unhealed.
You are stronger.
You are thought to be stronger.
Yet a scar still remains.
And the scar oozes vulnerability.