My vulnerability

My vulnerability, it lies naked in my verse and though my heart at times seems not to share as openly or soar. Its heady days of climbing those dizzying heights seem but a faded fragment of naivete… I seem to have found the courage to live in the moment and not be as wary of where it all may lead… Because even as my vulnerability stands bare… It no longer needs to feel ashamed.

Libra Heart

A Libra’s heart is never steady

It oscillates wildly

And needs placating often.

The pros and cons bicker back and forth

The dewy glow of idealism becomes dampened until it dries up yet again.

The scales tip precariously at the slightest wind of plausible change

And there i waver at your whim.