Secret Soulcave

Be patient with me...

I have a secret soulcave. A place where all my beautiful bare parts are hidden. At the center of the labyrinth. Where the heart cracks open and you get a peek.

I have laid all these things out. Here I am. Here is my heart. Can't you see?

They were not seen or understood as the wondrous beautiful things that they are, so I protected them. I pulled them back in, I pulled them in deep and wrapped them carefully. Bits and pieces of my soul. Over the years the armor was built. Strong. I was strong. I was tough. I got through.

On the outside.

Then...

Love

Love came knocking on my door.

It found my soulcave and carefully unwrapped each wonder. Carefully brought them out to the bright light of day.

And they were seen. Truly seen, and wondered at. For the first time.

...and I crumbed.

I am no longer strong. The armor is gone.

Turned to dust.

And under?

I am weak.

But strong in that weakness.

Because I am trying.

It's like learning to walk again. Shaking off the atrophy. It hurts. It's uncomfortable... and feels odd. Like a limp. And I tend to favor one leg.

But Love has allowed me a safe place to let vulnerability in.