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. 




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. 



All the home 



Is meant only for others

Published by Kimani Rose