Thursday, 2 April 2015

Day 2

You seek to hammer me
into compliance,
misaking me for soft iron,
swiftly moulded,
to a pleasing shape.

In truth
I am the anvil,
rooted deep in the ground.
Battered.
Beaten.
Beyond change.
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