I will be tender with you
Even though your crusty outside
Belies the truth inside
Even though you look on me with a gaze
That seems to say
You are such a strange and alien creature
I will see deeper
Far beyond the defences you erect
To the frosty space inside
That contains a child in an icecube
All frozen
You were never shown tenderness
You don’t have the strength I have
To collapse into and feel a soul that aches
You take your numbing medicine
To hide from deeper truths
Why should I scorn you
Or show anger
When really that will just cause me further pain
Instead I will be tender with you
Knowing that
Even though you scorn my tenderness
Your reaction was never about me
I will not let the arrow of attack lodge
Too deep
Inside my own skin
I deserve better
And so did you
You just didn’t get it
And that is sad
Whether or not you recognise it
So I will be tender with you
Because my own wounds have taught me
To be tender with my self
You have come very close to painting what tenderness is, I think.
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Thank you Lee.
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