nylon

[metaphorliteral]

So I took a 20 line poem and pared it down into a sonnet. It doesn't actually follow a sonnet rhyme scheme... so sue me.


It turns out that I am made of nylon,
when I always thought I was made of tin.
I found out when your barbed words snared on,
when I thought they'd bounce off my impenetrable skin.
But nylon's so useful, it's found in many things,
like tights and ropes and colorful kites,
and seatbelts that save lives, and swings,
and parachutes spiraling down from the heights.
So maybe the fact that I'm not made of metal
shouldn't be cause for any alarm.
After all, metal can rust or get brittle,
but nylon can be sewn up after harm.
So what if I'm ripped from the cruel things you said?
I'll save lives again with a needle and thread.