The fear of being too vulnerable
There’s some things in myself, deep like the ocean, I would sometimes walked along the beaches as those things washed up ashore. I picked them up, crafted them into words, and sometimes I published them for the world to see.
Sometimes I don’t.
Not everything needs to be out there for the world to see.
Sometimes, it’s okay to keep this things private because there are parts – vulnerable, fragile like glass beads. They shine under the light, in many different colors but not all of them are pretty.
I would love to keep them in a box and sometimes when I feel good, or maybe when it’s at the right time, I would show them to you. Perhaps it proves that it no longer scares me, that I have grown up, or maybe the wound, the trauma, has healed.
Someday, I might show it, or maybe that day will never come, but the important thing is that those glass beads in my box, they exists and that’s all that matters.
