the world bites with iron teeth

the world bites with iron teeth

yet the soft still bloom

a voice quiet as snowfall

can move a mountain of noise

tenderness is not surrender

it is the art of staying open

while the wind claws at your ribs

to be gentle is to resist

to keep the pulse steady

when everything else wants blood

I walk through the noise

carrying only what can break

and still chooses to heal

- lee firefly