i have come from fear, from feeling delicate and trying to protect my heart from feeling.
from expecting the world to wrap me in cotton wool so i wouldn't hurt;
from needing time to become myself;
when I already AM,
bruised or not at all.
now i am here, a little timid but a lot of bold!
fear is not going to keep me from expressing myself
if expressing myself is the one action that 'betters' me.
here i am world, 'do with it what you will'
here are my love, my thoughts, my ideas