I will try to be softer
Kinder
Less defiant
More reliant
Forgive me, lover, I grew up so used to
Standing up against the world, sewing
Thorns onto my skin, a constant
Struggle for being, an endless
War within, that I
Forgot how to let go of my guard
I learnt quite late, that the most rigid pine
Wouldn't survive a hurricane
Falling before the laughter of
The swaying bamboo.
-Rain
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