The Fawn

Gentle and warm

She lays there silently

Softly she rises and walks making no noise

She keeps her head down

“Don’t hurt me” she cries though big gentle eyes

She makes herself as small as possible

Trying to stay out of everyone’s way

She doesn’t want to make anyone feel threatened

Or bother anyone with her pain

She lights up at the praise of others

But fades at their harsh criticism

Comes around to play if you give her kind words

But shrinks back when words are used in anger

She will explore and be brave when she knows she is safe

But will grow timid and shake when she knows she is not

She wants to be loved and cherished

But is terrified of the attention

She befriends the hurting and the lonely

Only to find herself in danger when it turns out to be a injured wolf

Always to late she realizes the error in judgment

Then she spends her time trying to persuade the wolf to not destroy her

Making herself as small and insignificant as possible

To convince the wolf she is no threat

She’ll dance and play in the sunshine lying to herself

Trapped in her own delusions and fantasies

Whatever it takes to please the wolf

Its safer and easier to keep it that way

She’ll be praised by the good for such a humble demeanor

Told she is good and easy to get along with

But as she slips further into the delusion

She’ll forget who she is and what she was made more

And believe what the wolf tells her

But eventually the wolf will grow tired of her

And all her work will have been for nothing

She’ll grow resentful and try to hide

As she feels the wolf trying to leave and growing angry

She will try harder to be pleasing

But as she continues to grow

Her cute white spots will fade

Her redish brown fluffy fur will change

For a fawn is unable to stay a fawn for long

No matter how hard she tries

And when being a fawn is no longer an option

Then she will be left with a choice when danger comes …. to freeze or flee

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