It’s so easy to fall prey
To be engulfed
By the put downs
The insults
The tiny digs that are like sand paper
Rubbing away your confidence
Your personality
Your hopes & dreams
Slowly smoothing away all the
Rough edges
The inperfect beauty
The quirks that make you you
Until your just a fraction of your former glory
Lost inside
A tree bare in spring
Just waiting to be allowed
Room to blossom again