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Meg
Poems
Feb 2019
gentility
you told me i was gentle
a reed in a world of sharp swords
malleable and wavering
breakable
you told me i was vulnerable
a grain of sand
pulled along with the stream
unable to swim against the current
for fear of making waves
you told me i was sensitive
a petal in the clammy palm of a child
who could not resist the temptation
of pulling apart a flower
so delicate and sweet
this was my weakness
my weak-ness
i became a sword
cold and unfeelingΒ Β
wielded by an
unbreakable insecurity
i became the moon
bending the tide to my will
uprooting the silt
upon which it sits
i became a wasp
a parasite
feeding from flowers
that so naively welcomed me in
or so i supposed
i suppose
i endured them
the swords my mother warned me against
the currents that dragΒ Β
down down down
the wasps that hunt and hurt
with their poisonous sting
and with dismay
and with relief
i was gentle
to be gentle is not to be vulnerable
it is granting others the freedom to be so
#growth
#childhood
#innocence
#gentle
#soft
#sensitive
#nature
Written by
Meg
19/F
(19/F)
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