We built walls around their softest hands.
Shielded them from storms, skies’ gray veins.
Told them monsters dissolve with applause,
that failure is simply a fleeting fog.
We gave them medals just for trying,
fed them lullabies heavy with sweet.
Watched their hearts grow spotless, unscarred,
as the world’s edges sharpened unseen.
Now they flinch at a whisper of rain,
their tongues dress doubt in gilded bravado.
Their fingers clutch dreams with splintered ease,
but let go when answers don’t fall clean.
The weight of fragile things is invisible,
but it bends the bones just the same.
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Very nice Gray I am very much enjoying the poetic terminology that you’ve been using lately Gray, well written
Thanks Soren I appreciate the feedback
You are most welcome Gray
On point about shielding our kids. Extremely well written. Thanks for sharing gray.
Thanks Katie I agree we are raising wimps and creating a false narrative on life. Thanks for sharing your feedback
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