I’ve always been someone who feels deeply,
who cries often,
who loves fiercely,
who collects objects to hang onto the moments a little longer once they’ve passed.
So when the bottom falls out,
I fall harder than most,
take longer to cope.
I’ve struggled with accepting that I am this way.
I’ve envied people who always seem to be so strong and wear a brave face
so constantly...
because I almost can’t help
but to wear my heart on my sleeve.
I think it helps me find a sense of relief
to put it on the line,
to get knocked to my knees.
And really, I think the rewards of vulnerability
far outweigh the risks,
the cost,
and what you think you’ve lost.