delicacy

i am delicate.

 

i always push that fact away as much as i can

because this world can be so unmitigatedly harsh

and i never thought that my little heart could deal with the blows.

 

but now i see

that being delicate is okay.

 

getting hurt isn’t the end of the world.

 

because isn’t it so much better to get hurt

and feel abundant emotions in every direction of the spectrum

 

than feel nothing at all?

 

-extreme highs have extreme lows

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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