Poem(s)
Do you dare to reach out your hand to the promise? Do you fear the consequences? that it will wither if touched... that it will burn your hand for your audacity... Yet do you also long for the warmth of it? Do you hope that it will last? but you stick your hands into your pockets... and ball then into fists... you refuse to try because your afraid to be hurt... and instead you hurt them. You force them to serve a penance of endless waiting... to an eternity of caring until it seems unbearable... to ach for the brief moments of tenderness you throw their way. Yet in those brief moments they find hope. They stretch out their hands to you. Will you give them to their fragile hopes? Bind them to you... Ask them to stand and suffer the blows with you?
[... and will you ever seen a happier penitant?]
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