When she no longer entertained. . .
for the sake of being alone,
she realized how much of an open vessel she was.
to being loved,
& to giving love,
& being love.
She is spilling with waterfalls of vulnerability.
& she was graceful with her love,
Sweet in abundance,
Tender with care,
& at times, foolish with her love,
To be a healer,
She is a beautiful vase filled with dead roses,
& she realized,