Life, our bodies, our experiences
Are composed of many layers:
The surface, often fragile, transitory,
Details lost in a fog of memory over time,
And then the hard bone of things,
That which solidifies into rigidity:
Assumptions, principles, what will make us
Take a stand, and then, beneath it all,
The vulnerability at the heart that we protect,
Scarred and wounded, yet still beating
With warmth and possibility…
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