Vulnerability by Mark Ayers
by Mark Ayers
Why risk the precipice of vulnerability
When keeping the casement securely closed
Assures concealment and protection from harm?
Previously I’ve mustered the courage
To raise the curtain or prop the door open
And let just a sliver of me emerge.
Because I don’t want you to perceive
My hunger for connection
That demands attention yet I stifle.
Perhaps you’ll judge the defects I hide,
Or condemn deeds I’ve done in the past
And mock my trembling timidity and shame.
I hesitate to lower the protective shield
I laboriously erected
Even with you standing there
Perhaps if I take the risk
Of stepping over the edge
You’ll withhold condemnation
As you behold parts of yourself
In the mirror of you that is me.