Soft

My heart yearns for so much more,

More than anything this world could ever afford.

Aching, I hold onto each ounce of blood pounding through my vein,

I was not made for a world as cruel as this, full of suffering and pain.

Though none of us are, we all but hardly survive it;

Unless, you harden your flesh filled heart and turn away from your soul,

Leaving behind warmth and light – joining the shrieking shadows of the night.

I’ve fought tenaciously to stay gentle, light and soft to the touch.

Not for me –

But anyone who needs to lay their head down and rest,

I will remind them,

There is tenderness in a world even as harsh as this.