Dear Baby Me
With a heart of gold she stands alone.
Hidden among the tons of gravel and stones,
her place of solitude.
Walls built high.
Herself locked inside,
Where none would search
For it is safer there than out in the open wide.
With a heart of gold, she stands alone
Many have tried to melt it
Bend it
Destroy it
No matter what gold stays gold
It may get old
It may get sold
But gold stays gold
She stays gold.
Just a Warrior
This poem is about:
Me