Vulnerable…
My wax-like existence
in the presence of your flame
makes my eyes drip with tears.
This constant bleeding of my soul…
This neverending torment…
My waxy soul will sometimes
avoid the world’s flame,
and my running tears will dry.
And my wax figure will be silent…
tears dried still, as they’re like tattoos,
a picture of my past sorrows!








I think that open vulnerability is a great strength, in a similar vein to how admitting ignorance is actually a sign of great intelligence. It’s easy to melt when you feel more than most…,most people wish they could burn like you.
Powerfully penned, Daniel. Another incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian