I'm tired of halfway-grasping, nearly clasping greatness whole.
And yet I know though incomplete I still enjoy life full.

I am silent,
I have given up,
It's useless.
As long as you don't realise what I am going through,
There is nothing left to fight or argue about.
You never understand,
You present me with examples of other people's lives,
I am not them,
I don't have the energy to cry on deaf ears,
I am silent.
Now, I have come to terms with my life,
Adapted to  changes,
No more complaints,
I am silent.
I am healing at last,
I have no more expectations from you,
I have learned to live with Grace and faith in my Creator,
For He is never going to abandon me,
He will  listen to my silence through my tears.
1/6/2019

It's like I dance with each of you, but only pantomime
You answer back my sentences, but in familiar rhyme.

My hands will follow yours around, but never really touch.
A slice of air will keep us safe, or else a silken glove.

From time to time, our fingers brush, I'll even hold your hands
Discussions of those moments sweet are whispered, maybe banned.

My chest, it yearns, my heart so turns
within me; hollow, sore.
And yet the fear so claims me I may never ask for more.

He was everything
that I was scared to become.
I hope he's okay.