Kindness
Thin skinned-
in your storm
Pelted by words
stone heavy
Hoping you don’t see
the damage
I cover the wounds
they're easy to hide
from your eyes.
A smile wipes away
your anger, yet mine
stirs in a disquieted soul,
wishing for a thicker
armor
but who would that be
mirrored in such a
cold reflection?
Not me,
and so I bleed.
Oh I so relate to this poem, Lisa, especially the "disquieted soul". Well written.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet poem. Thank yo for sharing. Have a happy new year.
ReplyDeleteI think we all wish for a thicker armour. I marvel at those who have it. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful and so wise Lisa I would like to undue some of my armor, there's not much freedom in a fortress
ReplyDeleteOh Kindness is such a dangerous virtue... those wounds and scars of harsh words are not easy to bear..
ReplyDeleteSounds like abuse. Nasty, but written sort of without rancour and I wonder why. Love to know if you have the time.
ReplyDeletePea
Ending is unexpected and such a great contrast to the title ~ We all wish for a thicker armor ~
ReplyDeleteWishing you Happy New Year ~
sad and so delicate....a happy new year to you.
ReplyDeleteShows the fragility of the human spirit. Well expressed, Lisa.
ReplyDeletethicker armor might keep us from the temporary pain...but i would be afraid of what feeling we lost in the process.....
ReplyDeleteMy first thought reading this was "Oh my, are you okay?" Are you asking for help? If yes just write me in private.
ReplyDeleteStormcat
"thin skinned in your storm" Love that!
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