Soft

Some people are soft
Peach skin and strawberry lips
They laugh with the breeze and smile like
the sunrise: slow, new, bright

I am not soft
I am bone and muscle
Blanketed by burnt skin and caution
I laugh like earthquakes and smile like
the sunset: slow, nostalgic, fading

I was once soft, I was once new
I was once innocent (or was it ignorant)
Soft is no longer the right word

I do not miss soft