centered between a vulnerable and guarded space
i’m not afraid to show my face
and if you choose to join me for a day,
an afternoon,
an evening of your time…
i’ll take that risk to bleed.
in my space i feel warm. delicate.
walking through this tiny forbidden space,
the vulnerable scratches the surface,
a long process of heart break.
i can’t tell the future. and i don’t want to.
i’m open.
Ciara Ashley Johnson 