In the quiet corners of the soul,
Where whispers of doubt softly tread,
There lies an open, tender space,
Where vulnerability makes its bed.

Beneath the armor we often bear,
A fragile truth begins to bloom,
Unveiling strength within the fear,
A gentle courage in the room.

The cracks through which the light may seep,
Are maps of journeys yet untold,
In every tear and every scar,
A story of the heart unfolds.

Embrace the shadows, hold them near,
For in their depths, the light is shown,
In vulnerability’s embrace,
We find the strength to stand alone.