Soft Spirit

She has a soft spirit

When the fear begins to trickle in

As i brace for the impact of harsh words and disappointmenting looks

I begin to tip toe on the egg shells i place for myself

Like riding a bike, this change in step now carved into my chest

Tension, fear, regret

But I look back at her and shes sitting there

Did she even notice 

Didnt she see 

Shes quiet

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