Be soft
She said
Like velvet

Bend with the wind
Like grass
In the field

So when others
Touch your life
They are not cut

And if they lean on you
A little hard
You do not break

All this broken glass
You wear
From your past

It harms you
As much as those
You love

And what is not
Already broken
Is brittle

With the slightest pressure
It shatters
Into shards you wield as weapons

Learn to be soft
Before you crumble
To no more than sand

Or only when
You are naught but dust
Will you ever be soft