A piece of existence
What you see
Is what I offered
But what you see is not the whole of me
Behind closed doors
I exist
Behind closed doors my raging heart roars
Calling out for a safe place
Certain a safe place does not exist
Open your hand
A space for mine
Your hand open
Mine calloused from the tireless grip
A tireless grip
Agonizing unrest
The unrest within
Wants to tear me open
Tear me open
What will you see?
Much more than what I offered
What you see will be the whole of me