The Delicate
There are simple things that make me happy,
Things as simple as a sound,
They flutter and surround me,
Glow and shimmer all around me,
Carry me across boundaries,
And gently lay me down,
They surround me in a force field,
My own protected space,
And despite what I might feel inside,
Confidence en lights my face,
But when people ask me questions,
And I can't bare the answer,
I retreat inside myself,
I'm now a walker,
Not a prancer,
It's not their fault it's mine,
I wish that they could find,
I wish that they could see,
That I believe in me
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