I feel myself slipping into old patterns of power play and dynamic change.
Filling out the subordinate to serve the comfortable position.
What about trying to be vulnerable when it’s scary
and challenging when it’s dangerous?
I want to be that person I am;
how do I ensure I don’t lose her;
savour her every morsel of being.
Expose the darkest corners only to the light; a secret it may remain
but dark it will not.
It’s ok, I love her all the same;
every which way.
Can’t stop loving her.
My heart is soft in this vain.