Poetry

Vulnerable

I don't like being vulnerable
I was always taught it was weakness
To show emotions
Emotions were made for lonely
Closet closed tears, for back seat sobs
They were made for cold dark nights holding the covers and gritting teeth
Emotions were made for people
For the resuscitating heaving of
A broken record
A repeated drowned thing
Not for broken ships sinking in the horizon, breaking waves
Not for me