Although my balled fists…
When unclenched,
Reveals a gentleness
Of my fingertips.
Each day I grow,
With patience that comes.
From my head to my heart…
Masquerading yet welcomed.
All obstacles faced…
Are not completely removed.
Of this I am aware.
But none of this,
Is deserving for either one of us…
For me to prove to you.
There is more inside me than conflict.
And as I grow,
I’m more willing to show it.
Since I too wish for more happiness.
But how can I desire for more peace to thrive…
If I expose only resistence.
Without expressing how I feel inside.
And you are not aware I hide.
When only my exterior…
Reveals that strong side,
Of a need to carry my pride outside.
Tender is my touch,
I know.
Although my balled fists…
When unclenched,
Reveals a gentleness
Of my fingertips.
Come closer…
Come.
And be a witness to it!
Hold me.
I too have fears.
But I’m wishing them not to exist like this.
Come closer…
Come.
And be a witness to it!
Sit and let’s develop trust.
We can if this is what we wish.