An Ode to You
Trembling…
Hiding…
Silent…
Fearful that
The torch was lit for you
What’s inside your head?
All I see is your furrowed brow
Maybe it was
Maybe it wasn’t
Come, come inside
It might be scary
But you’re safe
Let me hold your hands
Let our knees touch like trees
I’m so sorry
It’s so messy here
I knew you were coming
But I didn’t want to pretend
But love is messy, isn’t it?
I’m sorry about my hands
Burned from holding my heart
They should be rugged
But they’re not
I’m sorry
I mispoke–I always do that
It isn’t safe here
But you’re loved
let out knees touch like trees
interesting.
jus’ browsing through the blogrings, found your site, leavin’ a comment. peace.