Kacie B. Sharpe

Poetry, short prose, & general musings.

I long to shield you

From the world and it’s knives

How they slash and bite

When they understand

You are different than you once were.

They will rain their verses on you

Throwing their opinions and beliefs

Like darts into your tender flesh

Even as I long to protect you

I begin to realize how small I am

How little I actually understand.

I once used my words in that way

As weapons to protect my own security

How can I be a beacon of truth, light

And also of love?