Sometimes I write mediocre poems…

Steel

I never wanted a heart

Of steel.

It was never real.

Anmask armor Made me

Strong. I’d held too long.

It’s never been a heart of steel,

But the metal of my reserve,

My will.

My body absorbed the blows.

As my will tempered,

My body cracked.

Trauma, autism, sensitivity.

You’re so sensitive.

How does a heart stay soft,

Wrapped in indomitable will?

I cannot be broken

I cannot be beaten

I cannot be defeated.

Some have tried, but none as great as me.

God has blessed me, my body

The price. My will the torch.

I am the stubborn, sensitive

bitch.

And you’re right

to be afraid.