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

resting

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