Life a race against fear
Flow with it or against it
I put my passions on the line by placing them where the world sees them
So full of life they consistently grow into living beings I can no longer hold back to protect but instead allow those wild birds out of their limits into territories I haven’t been before
Scare to my wits, it’s why I get on stage with trembling knees and a heart that feels more fragile than vulnerable
And the glory phew
He glory of doing while my entire body gets chills from the war my spirit is fighting against the fear that tries to tame my wildness
Put pen to paper and drive through, drill through, pick a paint brush and pour my soul out like I never welcomed it into body
Till my last breath is present not because I’ve wasted all the power from running away but from having depth collisions with all my being,
Leave this world knowing I put soul onto the table and if they change the currency, brazilian hair into human hair, if they change the vintage to a yatch, nothing
Absolutely nothing would change the life I gave forth from the depths of my belly
Hear me fear “you have no power over me” in finality
Standing while I engrave my mark
Clawing my path when I have to crawl
There’s absolutely nothing meant to stop me
This is my tenderness
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2 responses to “My tenderness”
You really make it seem so easy with your presentation but
I find this matter to be really something that I think I would never understand.
It seems too complicated and extremely broad for me.
I am looking forward for your next post, I will try to get the hang of it!
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Aww thank you so much, I appreciate the feedback and your point of view.. there’s no wrong way to it
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