Vunerable by Chelsea Naylor — 2009

I felt the ribboning of my skin
a soft scar slowly forming

How delicately our bodies do sin
as our minds, gently, are storming

Heroes have come and gone
to vulnerability no longer we are prone

A sea of self-saviors has reached its dawn.
no help, we shuffle along the darkness alone.

Steps fall, darkening paths,
echo no longer do our laughs

Scars from our righteousness form
slowly, ribboning our flesh

reminding us always that we are
Vulnerable.