Let me scribble the beauty of vulnerabilities
Haiku. Novella. Sonnet
Short calls. Formal texts. Backspacing vehemence.
These are the bravest step I can take right now
Walking on eggshells, tiptoeing through life
Being careful on what I say
Held the hounds at bay
Zipped my lip
And let it rip
Shrinked in nut brown skin
Gulping down the strongest gin
But today like a Bougainvillea, I climbed the minaret
Not to be shushed or pushed anymore
But to spill my guts, to swing in the breeze