Inevitable Moor Wombman

I Can No Longer Hear
Over The Whispering Of
The Wind.
Though, I'm Not. As Soft.
I'm Brittle Like Shore Sand.
I'm Tougher Than Pangolin Skin.
I Find
Courage In The Mist Of All Things
& Wear Bravery
On The Forearms Of My
Sleeves. Though, I'm Not. As Soft.
As The Breeze. I Cut Like The Waters
I Sail On The Seas. And Just Like The Oceans,
Baby! I'm Deep!
Though, I'm Not. As Soft