The strength it takes to be, is immense.
I thought I was strong before, I let myself be.
Now, most days, I know I am because I let myself be.
It’s a double edged sword, ironic, dare I say, hypocritic.
I hate it, and love it.
It makes me feel weak, but in the end strong.
It’s trickery, black magic.
You could say it as a sham.
Once you’ve let go, the freedom that accompanies is the free-est you’ll ever feel.
You’ll crave more, or you’ll run away with your tail between your legs.
Does anybody ever let themselves be truly vulnerable?