Who We Are Poem by Ferguson Parker

Silently I linger, an unspoken in her world.
The burdens I bear would crumble men stronger.
Fortune favors the bold—perhaps that explains everything.
Her voice sinks in like the song of a siren, seductive and enchanting.
Her eyes hold a galactic storm—equal parts love and fury.
Her hands carry the weight of everything around her,
her heart exhausted, yet never missing a beat.
Captivated by the details that others refuse to see—
the burn on her cheeks when she fights back a smile,
the subtle strength in every action she takes
through days that demand her everything,
the way she bends but never breaks.
She gives without asking,
loves without claiming,
shines with quiet insistence,
and still, harbors a fire
that burns only for the few who see her fully—
a flame untamed, alive in the spaces most will never reach.
I am patient, because the world has no other plan for me;
attentive, because I see the weight she carries
and the ways she gives without asking.
I am devoted, even in silence,
even when love must remain unspoken
to survive the spaces between us.
We are not bound by rules or expectations,
nor by the world's idea of what love should be.
We are tethered by something older,
something quiet,
something unseen yet undeniable,
a force that needs no name
to exist, to grow, to endure.
I watch her in the spaces between moments,
in the pauses where the world softens and fades,
in the quiet rooms where truth lingers
and patience shapes us into something whole.
I am learning to hold without claiming,
she is learning to shine without hesitation.
We exist in the spaces most overlook,
in the silent understanding that we are crafted
from the same longing,
the same resilience,
the same quiet hope.
And here we are,
just as we are—
waiting for the world to catch up,
and for ourselves to become
the people we were always meant to be.
This is who we are.