My heart is soft.

Pulling apart at the smallest pry.

As sensitive as the petals of a flower.

Bruising but not breaking.

It still has the chance to heal.

***

What it is made of is the essence of rose gold.

A more natural hue than blinding gold.

Soft but stronger than what might be expected.

Valued as lesser simply because it is less protected.

Used to fighting for myself and removed from ignorance.

***

I have already been melted down.

Integrated with more than I would be on my own.

Made stronger so I would not fall apart as quickly.

I may not hold the same kind of value and the fire definitely burned,

But I take pride in my existence as rose gold.