Vulnerability
sits inside each of us,
like a rose amidst thorns,
to unfold herself
to the warm sun
on a cold wintry morn.
To be a rose
is to sit with the thorns,
even as they prick, and
let the blood flow out;
it is to be alive
to all the pain and joy.
To be a rose
amidst the thorns,
is to stay
in the seeing,
being and knowing
that "I am enough".
When vulnerability
is the midwife -
love becomes the womb
and the passage,
for a new connection
to be born.
When you sit
with your vulnerability,
all naked and raw,
and with a broken fullness,
you begin to love yourself
and find love in this world.
