They say I’m too soft,

That there aren’t enough rough edges

On this shape of mine.

I hear them

Say all of this,

And it feels like

The hammer and the mallet

Are only moments

Away from striking me

Into things people wish to see.

My biggest fear

Is losing all the poetry

This softness carries.


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  1. You are not soft for your poetry. You are brave for them.
    But if you were soft, so what? Soft isn’t an evil word. Soft is all the things people can’t be anymore. Soft is a person who not only survives in this world, but lives too.

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