I Want to Raise a Soft Man
I want to raise a soft man
Soft
Like the mattress that supports you on your most weighted days
That pulls you in with your own perfect blend of firm and cushion
A place to rest your weary soul and battered body
Soft
Like the shimmery strands of spider’s silk, five times stronger than steel
Silk that can withstand the sharpest cuts and trapping the vile
Then turning it into nourishment and home
Soft
Like the fluffy clouds passing in creative shapes far above the ground
Bringing shade to a scorching hot world and burning life
Swelling into thundery gray when it’s time to purge
Soft
Like water, a river to float unburdened, a drink to quench, the gift of life
That can cut through mountains and erode the landscape
That can flood and drown what needs to be washed away
I want to raise a soft man
A man who throws prose instead of fists
Who bends instead of breaks
Who lights instead of dims
I want to raise a soft man
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