A little softer now



I feel softer now,
my corners are not as angular as they were,
my braid still becomes unravelled
but there are lightening streaks now
and they catch upon the air.
I miss that more concave,
slight sharper person that I was
but dreams have more clarity now,
even though I still feel unsure,
yes, by degree, I have become softer,
I notice that I bruise more easily
but that is just because the punches are harder,
yet I am resilient
and when I lie beside you,
my breath does little hiccups,
I don't need to drench pillows
or fight a storm in tangled sheets,
I still have the somnambulistic dreams
and wake more exhausted than I was,
when I drifted in your path.
I feel the fabrics have got so much looser,
I like pure cotton on my skin,
it breathes to me
and when hung to dry
I smell the sweet clover
and the honey scent of life.
I am a little less taut,
but my smile is as bright as ever,
it's just sometimes
when I catch the sun
it shows uncertainty in my eye,
I have grown a little softer now.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-05-08 at 20:43

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Soft doesn't necessarily mean weak--take the old adage about trees bending in the wind.

Pensive and introspective. Excellent read.
2012-05-10