In the quiet of the night, a heart bares its soul,
Whispering secrets to the stars that silently glow.
The walls come down, brick by tender brick,
Revealing scars that time could never trick.

The essence of pain, a bittersweet embrace,
In vulnerability, we find our truest grace.
Tears that flow like rivers to the sea,
Wash away the fears, setting the spirit free.

With open arms, we welcome the unknown,
In the cracks, the light has brightly shone.
Each wound a story, each tear a song,
In the tapestry of life, where we belong.

To be vulnerable is to truly live,
To take the love, the hurt, and to forgive.
For in the end, it’s the fragile heart,
That finds the strength to make a new start.