Butterin’ up Brené

You spoke

Of vulnerability.

Said,

It isn’t weakness.

Alleged

It’s taking

Emotional risk.

Facing uncertainty—

Claimed

It fueled

Our daily lives.

Forward, with consequences.

The moral imperative:

Dance

With the Shame

That brung ya.

Dance, dance,

Dance …

In the swampland

Of your soul.

I’ll dance, then …

Putin’ on my galoshes,

Finding my way,

Splish-splashing around.

Fallin’ apart;

Feelin’ fantastic.

Like “Vulnerability TED.”

Surviving.