Least Read Poems About Vulnerability

A word I have come to know
a most wicked wind to blow
when it whistles in my ear
letting me know when it is near

For how then to finally release
when there is never any peace
in this bled heart of mine
still bound in concertina twine

All these arrows and slings
some of my favorite things
when they hit their mark
when they lit their spark

Tracing all of these scars
just like fireflies in sealed jars
meant only to amuse
perhaps then to disabuse

These battles I cannot win ...

I will always follow you to the end of time, for I will follow you in my need to sustain my life, for I will follow you as you have inspire me to think for thyself 🤔 in all my life situations, that seems to have me feeling like I'm drowning, in the sea of death and fear. 😨 For sure I will always follow you, as my thoughts become dangerous, to my own well being. 😞 For sure I will follow you as my life, becomes filled with nothing but confusion, and negative vibes, driving 😕 me on a two way street, yet going  the wrong way. 😕 AS if I got a death wish that...

He gave the golden chain  
and she, the pendant,  
so I pieced them together.  
 
Togetherness,  
a word they often found unfamiliar,  
as if they were two magnets  
facing the same pole,  
pushing each other apart,  
refusing to stand near.  
 
So I kept the necklace,  
clasped and settled against my heart,  
closer than they’d ever been.  
 
The crib I first woke up in  
was far from their hold,  
and neither tried to reach for it.  
 
The ground grazed my knees,  
as I...