Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The bruised reed

It stood with assurance
Head held high on strong stalk
But that was before the careless bump, the harsh rain.
Now it's bruised, bent. Weakened.
It seeks gentle fingers to straighten and not break.
It needs a firm touch to heal and not to hurt.
Tender power.
Soft strength.
Is there such a hand?


4 comments:

CF said...

So deep...Did you write that?

At the cross said...

hehe...still reading ahhh..didn't know that. =p Thought no one reads d after 2 weeks of not blogging...I didn't write that, but it best explains what I am feeling atm..

geneleo said...

hey guys... keep it going k?

yeekuan^^ said...

i kinda feel it in a similar way too ><

CF, are you gonna post something? :)