I Open

Again, and again, I open.

I am bashed upon the head by continued complexity.

Endless halls of it as I witness its radical impossibility

Again, and again, I open.

My heart, my soul, my blood,

this is my call.

I Love It All

Impossible Vulnerability

Aching Tender Tenacity

This Is Me

With little to no hope left

I rise, and I open

Again

And
Again

I give my heart on a silver platter

I love with every bone in my body

Even if it shatters

I, have not forgotten

what matters

Again and Again

I Open

I swallow my fear and let the tincture in my tummy be made

the alchemy of what it really means to be brave

Again and Again

I. Open.