My fleece.

My nature is to graft,
To take it on and push on through.
My nature is to be kind,
Not out myself ahead of you.
My nature is being challenged.
My nature is being tested.
My nature is firing beneath,
When I am not fully rested.
Am I too just too kind, too patient,
Like they would say too much I thought?
Should I stand my ground, be angry,
Like some say I really ought?
Neither way will change things.
Neither way brings me peace.
So I wrap myself in isolation,
And set free my friends, my fleece.