Like I know the back of my hand
I know more my palm’s significance
Not only its core value and works
But also, what does and doesn’t fit
Strictly speaking outside loves duty
Albeit- many of times “close as it gets”
Seemed to be a one size fits all theme
But deep inside I knew silently better
Missing more with each passing day
Dissension was like a hidden plague
Until I had to openly admit, honestly
Perfunctory; my overly burdened yoke
Close was simply a bridge too far to go
Twas better integrity burn that bridge
Endure the reality of ashes and smoke
Even if I was scorched myself in the end
My palm lacked that true customize fit
That true love bestows our human hearts
That- counterbalance to all of life’s strife
That smile found in background of a mirror
And unquestionably all the same etiquette
That secretly awaits in my hands palm
Psalms- my heart signs out rhythmically
As my soul embraces all it will ever need
Love- which my palm still itches … to gift
Poet of the Light © 2021
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