Vulnerability
no clothes to hide behind,
just my skin covered with its history,
its scars, and its convictions.
My body being reminded
of its earthly nature
by the pain over my nipples,
the coldness of the air,
the numbness of my legs.
Vulnerability,
my mind being invaded
by thousands of thoughts,
alternative realities,
the millions of paths to walk.
Vulnerability,
and this new craving
for Someone to take control
and gifting me my freedom.