Necessity

She needs a sensitive soul.

A gentle touch.

A loving heart.

Her past has sculpted her

into the epitome of fragility.

A beautiful glass vase,

waiting to be shattered.

So be soft and be kind.

Speak slow and with ease.

She could use a little cushioning

to break the fall.

     t.m.

This poem is about: 
Me

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