Friday, November 20, 2015

While I Grow

I'm too sensitive
for the blunt force
of your stick

I won't
harden my shell
to make it thick

I watch
as you try to 
bleed me dry

But I have fists
in my veins

You won't
burn me out
or use red
to paint my name

The truth
you think 
you know
makes me
run wild
beneath the moon's
yellow glow

And it's there
where you can watch
while I grow
and grow
and grow

-November 2015