There’s love in the hands that embrace you
with warmth and spark.
There’s also a weapon.
Because the ones who know you the best…
The timbre of a soft whisper.
The soft thud of a fist on a wall.
The sunniest horizon
can turn cloudy but quick.
It wasn’t so scenic after all.
There’s hope in the hand that reaches out.
There’s also a lesson.
Because the ones who know you the best,
can hurt you the most.