Inevitable Moor Wombman

I Can No Longer Hear

Over The Whispering Of

The Wind.

Though, I’m Not. As Soft.

I’m Brittle Like Shore Sand.

I’m Tougher Than Pangolin Skin.

I Find

Courage In The Mist Of All Things

& Wear Bravery

On The Forearms Of My

Sleeves. Though, I’m Not. As Soft.

As The Breeze. I Cut Like The Waters

I Sail On The Seas. And Just Like The Oceans,

Baby! I’m Deep!

Though, I’m Not. As Soft