As my digits type this, the thought of my inner self is on view: Live Journal, Multiply, Pulse.Stretching My Paws, Releasing My Claws
Which we are born with. We do not die with an empty basket. The mind has been enriched with education and life experiences. This Inner Sanctum houses all. As the door opens to the inner conscience, a view is stripped naked. Here dwells the vulnerable self, sitting in the corner crying.
Hiding its face with its hands, a modest turn of its head peers at you, then immediately turns away.
We can be vulnerable yet have the courage to be strong. Acknowledge the vulnerable self and, like a stream, the river of courage flows.
Jane Ramona Frieman
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