terça-feira, 5 de setembro de 2017

Vulnerable

Braver than I thought I was,
much less than I should be
trying not to feel guilty
for showing teeth and claws.

Pride for every tear
that shows this soul what is pure,
fair and always dear -
salt holds every cure.

Next time I think I am weak,
remind me that every bone,
even them are allowed to break
and go stronger on patience alone.

4 de julho de 2017

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