“Bury Your Woes”
I bury my woes behind my forehead
to remind myself of the strength I hold above them.
But is true strength about letting go?
About uncovering those woes
before they grow strong enough to take hold
of me?
Will vulnerability set me free,
or will I crumple to dust
before I ever get to see this victory?
Will my woes fall to their knees
as a sign of relentless defeat?
Or
will I?
In a war between vulnerability
and hiding those woes inside,
which will cause more damage?
I will do
~ anything ~
to survive.