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In the tent

At the center of the garden

In a half-lid space, you’ll find

A child

That needs love

To know that he’s okay

In all his vulnerability

Fragility

Without his cloaks of poetry

And masks of mastery

Just naked potentiality

In need of love to grow.

It is in this place

That I hide when I feel exposed

Too much,

Unprotected by the visage

Of masculine strength and control.

This is where I hide,

See me stand, naked,

Shivering and scared,

So needing to curl up

Into the all-embracing warmth and beauty of feminine openness

To feel carried by the comfort

That I didn’t learn to give myself at the core.

That I am,

Good enough,

The way I am.

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