Blazing Words: Gentle Souls

This world

Is no place

For a gentle soul

Too much

Hate and hurt

Can make the heart cold

But a gentle soul

Is like a delicate flower

It leans into the sunlight

Searching for its power

It cowls in the darkness

When the world turns sour

I worry for the gentle souls

Of the world

Scared to see them crushed

And smothered by weeds

On the side of the road.

 

Naj

2 July 2009