Hardest Is Soft

I always wondered if I was a bad person,
too closed to feel love,
to be responsible for love,
now I am starting to realise,
that is because I love so much —
the flowers too tender to bloom
and be touched.

But when the flower let fully bloom,
up under, lifting from beneath;
the dark room,
I discover my heart is grand,
and in the full light —
I am incredibly strong.