Title: April 27
Time is feeling,
and I fear feeling weak.
I build up my defense,
I drop bombs on those who see beyond
my toughened exterior.
I harden my heart and call myself
a strong woman, a warrior.
But then the Trees — they sway in the breeze,
they shake their heads with disbelief.
In the sound of their thrashing leaves, I hear:
"Child, why do you inch closer to death?
To harden oneself
is to become its companion"
