Sometimes

All I hold is patience. 

 

Keeping time in my head to keep track of the times I should've stepped back but waiting with open arms for you to open your eyes. 

 

Again 

 

I hold peace in my hands wrapped tight around the rings other people's tears have left. 

 

All the comfort I have to give lives in the knuckles on my hands and bleeds out from my fingerprints 

 

I wonder when I'll press them into myself,

Allow my heart some piece of home that I so freely give out. 

 

Sometimes 

All the home 

Patience 

Comfort

Is meant only for others

Published by Kimani Rose