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