She Was Gentle Once

Her gentleness portrays softness, tenderness and humility. Her gentleness is the definition of true strength; a representation of consistency, of determination. Her gentleness shows the depth of her soul; a soul filled with unconditional love, a soul sensitive to treat others with kindness, a soul genuine to herself that disseminates tranquility to those around her. So alluring! She captivates me from within. She nourishes beautiful things to grow. Her sweet benevolence cultivates my inner peace. Nevertheless, this magnificent creature was persecuted. There were those who belittled, degraded and disrespected her. She was hunted down like an animal. The prey of unruly predators. Their weapons of hate were loaded with bullets of hostility: an intentional intense dislike that thrives on an elevated level of anger. The barrage of bullets pierced through her heart and penetrated the depths of her soul. Her body became cold from the absence of her warmth. No longer is there a sparkle because of those who made her gentleness fade. Now she believes her gentleness is a self-inflicted wound; a wound shrouded in shame, embarrassment and betrayal. However, I know it was her choice. She was an embodiment of true courage. Her gentleness is framed on the walls of my heart for eternity.