(em)brace yourself

for me, hugging is why God gave us arms
for me, to hold is to have is to hold
for me, if i am not a comfort i am nothing
Lord bless me, i am an infinite comfort

what divinity we reach by loving one another
what strokes of compassion are traced in the box of a chest
what plenitude of silent solidarity
and speaking of love, we find peace

we have to be ready for it
we have to align our heads
we have to get in the mindset
rarely is it pure circumstance

and the state in which i find myself
is not one of soothing hands
is not a place of softest conscience
is not a paradise without demands

always reaching out and sighing
i try to give as great as ever i get
always sinking in and pining
timidity reigns: not yet

but someday, there will be
someday i will be my own best
someday i will embrace myself
someday i will feel just so blessed

patience and hard work are hardly synonymous
if you're damn lucky, they weave hand in hand
so impatiently, we are ever so hard on ourselves
losing our hopes in time and its sands

may i offer such joy to this body
as is held by the world of my arms
may i take all the love i am given
and invest it, to flower in my heart