Happiness Through Gentleness

Men are not gentle.

In our world, we must be strong.

But our world is wrong.

 

I was frozen, still.

Trapped inside a wooden box.

Until you saw me.

 

You opened my eyes.

I did not have to be strong

around you at all.

 

You looked through my eyes.

Time stopped and you said to me,

You are beautiful.

 

I had awoken.

My heart no longer frozen.

I was finally..

 

happy.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

Cnwilson

I really liked this poem. I feel as though it came from your heart! Great Work!

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