Weakness

Sometimes we want community so badly

and we become so worried about making others like us

that we don’t relax into our humanness.

But tomorrow

I want to be weak.

Squishy, like the soul.

Soft, loving, unshielded, unprotected, warm,

unphased if people are cruel to me or not.

Weak.

I wish to recognize that I am not perfect

and not need to appear strong.

I wish to remember that those who don’t try to hide their weaknesses

are strong.

But I’m not doing this because I want to be strong,

I am eager to be weak.

To feel.

To be my squishy self.

To make others uncomfortable

and to be uncomfortable.

I want to be as weak as I was in the beginning of my soul

and as I still always am

under everything.