Hand
You reached out your hand,
Told me to take it…
But for a minute right there it sounded like
“Without me, you’re not gonna make it.”
And so I refused,
Said I’m fine all alone.
The lessons I have to learn are only mine,
As much as yours were your own.
But time passed,
And I got to thinking;
Maybe I was too harsh,
And it was my insecurities peeking.
Then you came back,
Like you always do.
Be it reality;
Or only in my dreams of you.
You said “Give me your hand,
And I’ll give you the world.”
But my dear, sweet boy,
The world was in your arms all along.
