I’m not afraid to admit I am emotional. It is not a weakness; it is a sign that I am not numb to the swords swung at me in this world. That some days, I am not immersed in positivity. Some days, I’ll cry, and feel defeated. Others I will feel God-like and believe I can reach the heavens themselves in one proverbial leap. There are hurricanes and wondrous islands that find placement in me. I am not afraid to express the drought or the tide.