Tender Is My Touch Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Tender is my touch,
I know.
Although my balled fists...
When unclenched,
Reveals a gentleness
Of my fingertips.

Each day I grow,
With patience that comes.
From my head to my heart...
Masquerading yet welcomed.

All obstacles faced...
Are not completely removed.
Of this I am aware.
But none of this,
Is deserving for either one of us...
For me to prove to you.

There is more inside me than conflict.
And as I grow,
I'm more willing to show it.
Since I too wish for more happiness.
But how can I desire for more peace to thrive...
If I expose only resistence.
Without expressing how I feel inside.
And you are not aware I hide.
When only my exterior...
Reveals that strong side,
Of a need to carry my pride outside.

Tender is my touch,
I know.
Although my balled fists...
When unclenched,
Reveals a gentleness
Of my fingertips.

Come closer...
Come.
And be a witness to it!
Hold me.
I too have fears.
But I'm wishing them not to exist like this.

Come closer...
Come.
And be a witness to it!
Sit and let's develop trust.
We can if this is what we wish.