We long for connectivity
Yet we refuse to admit to it
We betray our masks of bravery
When we cry underneath
What do we lose?
Our well groomed adulthood?
What do we gain?
In the end we lose the pain.
It comes through vulnerability
Not afraid to be ashamed or admit
Not afraid to be naked or cry
Not afraid to be fall or be a child.
What we find instead
Are other children who want to be our friend.
