Timid bird

Sweet simplicity
this feeling that tells me tales
and leads me, ever forward,
seeing the light that falls from your eyes.

I cannot claim knowledge
of how softness lives
behind those thick walls
you guard so carefully
mindful lest cracks appear.

Yet, there,
within the slumber of your gentleness,
curls something tender
and frightened.
Feeling, despite all struggle,
bits of your secret dreams.

I pray for understanding.
Ask the universe for guidance.
Because something inside me
longs for the promise
that only thinly reveals itself.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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