You tender hand,
held me gently.
Like a rosebud, not yet bloomed,
But as you held,
tenderly,
And caressed me everyday.
Watered and cared,
and watched for hours,
waiting for me to let you in.
I did.
For you alone I bloomed.
I let you know my deepest fears,
and my heart's desire.
But lately all you let me know,
*Is that you let me down.
I feel as if the world is a flower. It must be caressed. It is kind to some, and harsh to others.