Don't rush me, I'm fragile,
do not disturb me, I'm frozen
I am still, yet rushing by,
there is little to see in me, but much inside of me
who I am is plenty (not enough for others) but enough

Do not disregard me, for I am ample
you could overlook me, but at your peril
I am not a threat to anyone, but I am capable of damage

Don't rush me, I'm fragile, I'm a little flower, sitting in a field
of landmines.
I could be so welcoming, so accomodating
or I could be that song you can't get out of your head

I don't want to be fingernails on your chalkboard, but I might be.

a gift, from and to-moongirl