Gloves

They handle
me with kid gloves
But they tell me
that they do not 
think that I am broken
They tell me that they 
worry I am fragile
But how will I ever
become stronger if
I am without the
freedom to fall 
and grow 
on my own?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s