Stiff Poem by Dislocated Heart

My soul..
She says..

Hurt,
I feel..
she sees..

Considerate I am..
In my actions,
She speaks..

Pouring her wisdom into me,
I absorbed every bit,
realizing what to keep.

Stiff,
I still am,
she whispers..

Guarded with the fear of thieves..
shoving those near farther in heaps,
she held me,
with tears on her shoulder they fall..

She sees right through me.

Stiff she says again..
as my heart soften..
my facade fades..

Stiff,
I still am..
as I push you all away...