RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Vulnerability - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
When we cry, we become attuned to the misery
we are feeling at the time.
Feelings of hopelessness and emptiness fill
our fragile beings, making us vulnerable to
life's infinite demands.
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