I give freely; until I don’t.
I’m pushed past can & into won’t.
I’m softest touch; until I’m not.
To think me weak is sullied thought.
Also, pushover; ‘til I stand.
Pushed too far & I scorch the land.
I’ve an open heart; ‘til it’s closed.
I can’t unsee what’s been posed.
It’s new to me this happenstance…
Granting a liar’s millionth chance.

