My Story

A poem on being vulnerable

I have a story. The words take time to kiss the lips.
The expressions that reside in my eyes, overcome by the mist of yesterday, fall freely in tears. The calls of the yonder summon me. I realized my story is also my superpower.

It is said that being vulnerable is courageous.
I share my vulnerabilities — the ones that were messy mistakes, rejections, heartbreaks of the past. Still, not everyone deserves to hear what I have to say.

I share my story with those who have earned that right- me, myself, my soul, and two or three others who hold the space for me today.

They are the ones who will entice my future- no judgments, no questions asked. Just pure acceptance and love for my sometimes aching, yet perfectly beautiful and joyful heart.

I have a story, and my story is my superpower.

We all have a story within us that continues to breathe heavily until we exhale to free ourselves. What is your story? Make it your superpower.

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