Oh, To Be Kind

I am made of iron and steel,

designed to withstand the pressure of a thousand voices.

I am strong enough to survive heat and frost,

to oppose the cruellest of people.

But I do not want to be.

I want to be soft, and sweet, and kind.

To encourage vulnerability and meet it with a gentle hand and a warm heart.

I want to be weak, and fragile, and flawed.

To inspire creation and seek it out with an easing touch and an empathetic mind.