I lived as if on tiptoes,
always straining, reaching out
to shield others from their feelings.
Mine were nowhere to be found.
How different and confusing, now,
to let myself be seen
on the ground, real and vulnerable--
and let others care for me.
sunrise selfie recently
In the notebook
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These poems are really helpful to me right now. I always appreciate your words! ❤️✨