“Gentle” gives me inner peace.
It reminds me of a mother
Seeing her child for the first time
And maybe the sway of a pencil whe n you draw.

“Gentle” to me is a word
A word that can empower or take.
It’s like characters or songs
Though they sound hard, they’re gentle
Kind,
Maybe not to most
But if they let you in their shell,
You find a new thing
Maybe even a broken thing.

“Gentle” is not purposeful,
Where you can love,
Sing,
Or just be you.

“Gentle” is a friendship:
Not broken,
Not bruised,
A safe place.

It’s a place to sleep,
Or weep,
Or put your head down.

“Gentle” isn’t a lie,
It’s a way.
A life,
And a child’s first tear.

-Mercy Kimes