The Power of Vulnerability

I once thought tears meant weakness,
Depression, guard down, insecurity;
That showing my pain stripped me of my strength
And showed the ultimate signs of vulnerability.

I felt bare naked when I cried
Like the entire world could see through me;
Embarrassed, ashamed, and plundered of pride
And scared to death of how the public would view me.

Uncontrollably my heart would bleed
But in the form of lead on canvas.
My tears began to water a seed
That I never even knew had been planted.

Simple aches turned into desperate cries,
And pages upon pages filled up;
My darkening world feeding my every line
Of the writing that brightened it up.

I once thought tears meant weakness,
That I was feeble, useless, and broken;
That crying was only acceptable
If I let the pain remain unspoken.

But unspoken words help no one,
And my silence only made me a coward,
But shortly my pain evolved into strength,
And my words evolved into power...



Words have the ability to connect millions,
But only if we let our anguish be known
Because through all of life's aches, sorrows, and sadness,
We are never truly alone.