You may see her
as layer upon layer of fragility,
a beautiful thing that must be plucked.
But no matter that withering
she endures from your calloused hands,
at her center is a nourishment of strength
you will never be able to kill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written and heartfelt. A very strong write. Thanks for sharing Lauren.