Days In The Blackberries Field R100-2
Who are you to judge me?
And what is your judgement anyway?
Your pursuit to break me every time,
was slowly becoming only a rock on the road
which I can skip without hassle.
Unbreakable is my new name.
The new style in my old life.
* My respond to the challenge that one of my friends put on his Facebook page. The task was to use words: style, judgement, pursuit and becoming in a poem.