At Her Best

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 loved,

& she was graceful with her love,

Sweet in abundance,

Tender with care,

She loved.

& at times, foolish with her love,

Too wiling,

Too eager,

Too hopeful,

To be a healer,

a hero,

& soulful.

She is a beautiful vase filled with dead roses,

& she realized,