Vulnerability (revisited)

It is a stretch

For me to

Reach out across

This shifting distance

This shaky ground

Hand extended

Toward you


It is a journey

Across a deep chasm

For me to say

Out loud

Even in a whisper

I need

I want


I do not like

To need

To want

To admit any


Any Achilles heel


My rigid armor

My titanium shell






To remain

In this self-imposed exile

Leaves me

At the bottom of

A well of loneliness

That no rope of any length

Can reach


My breathing

Is loud here

It echoes

The darkness is

A presence with

Texture here


But to emerge

Holding my bleeding heart

My naked soul exposed

Its edges fluttering

In this icy wind

Is a risk

That shakes me to the core


This is the rock

And the hard place


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved


  1. This is lovely. The imagery is wonderful. I especially like the “sitting at the bottom of the well of loneliness, where your breathing is loud”.

    I’ve never thought of it before, but yes, your breath can scream at the bottom of that well – it’s so safe. No one can hear you. No one can accuse you of taking up space, breath… this happens sometimes when you crawl out of the well and try to live again.

    It’s a conundrum – stay in the well where you can breathe, or emerge, subjecting yourself to times of feeling choked to death.

    I love how your words help open my mind.

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