“It felt vulnerable to have people know my weaknesses, but there is so much strength from going back to the start and re-determining who you are.”

My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.

I can’t take it all in or else I’ll grow cold when the heat already escapes my fingers and toes.

I wish you could feel it when it’s dark at night, and I think of you when I pass the streetlights. But I know you feel the care without me being there.

Healing means looking within when you want to move on. Healing means letting go when your grip is too tight.

When you write me into your story, don’t set my end in stone. Feel free to let me go. I’d like to join your story, but remember I have my own.

I want to tell them how tired I am because I don’t think it shows. But maybe it’s the same for them – all strangers to the weight each of us carries. So alone, we carry these loads.

Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.

We’re so distant, words can’t save us.

I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.

It takes less for me to be impacted, for my state of being to worsen.

You wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.

I was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.

And I saw forever in your eyes ‘til the sunset started to dim your light. You told me you’d always hold me tight, but your warmth faded with the bright.

You are chaos in my heart – clogging up my arteries. I can’t move on or bring in more love than what was at the start

They tell me summer is coming, and soon we’ll be dancing on the shore. Waiting for the moonlight to light me up amongst the starlight.

I try to build myself a bridge to cross every time I start to ruminate on my thoughts.

If you truly pour your heart into what you believe in, even if it makes you vulnerable, amazing things can and will happen.

Despite all the achievements of civilisation, the human being is still one of the most vulnerable creatures on earth.

Vulnerable ain’t easy believe me, but I go there.

Vulnerability is not about winning or losing. It’s having the courage to show up even when you can’t control the outcome.

Staying vulnerable is a risk we have to take if we want to experience connection.

It’s tougher to be vulnerable than to actually be tough.

Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen.

Being held accountable for racism and feeling shame is not the same thing as being shamed.