Wishing she had red shoes and was feeling carefree,
but she already knew.
She had already seen...
She could only hope for mercy
and let her heart be big.
Whispering prayers and hoping that, as they
blew in the wind,
they were heard and honored.
Bitterness is no protection.
Anger is no shield.
Vulnerability feels like being naked in crowd
even when you're alone.
(For the record, I've never been naked in a crowd nor do I plan on it.)
Trying to find a way to say...being good isn't all that bad.
Vulnerability feels like being naked in a crowd, even when you're alone.
And now we dance: