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