Small Hands

Sometimes I stop listening, when you start talking about your life
And just look at you, reflecting
So small and scrawny, like your shrunk existence is an apology
Treading softly so as not to disturb whatever peace you think
Was rife when you stumbled in
Always fumbling within your loose smocks for things to say
During long pauses of silence
I pretend to be amused by your attempts, the nervous tone in your speech
But I look at you and wonder how you managed to escape 
The reach of moroseness groping for your heart

You still smile, pleasantly so
One Prometheus that got away

I look at you, and wonder
How God plants the seeds of strength in seemingly barren land
You,
Should've broke years back, when life hammered the last nails
In the casket of your youth
Perhaps some are born with a natural knack for defiance against despair
See, resilience, in a world so unfair allows the small ones to slip unnoticed

But I look at you, and I dwell in shame

At how I frequently break and wring in desperation
Thinking that God has tested me with too great a plight
And too frail a might
I am weak, I say, as I cry alone in the still of the night
I have no will to live
And nothing to give
And this is just the beginning
Of the end

Veronica was right, when she decided to die

I
Didn't wish to leave on my own, I just wanted to want to stay
And I stumbled upon you
How you suffered, more than anyone I knew
How your heart is old in age yet your eyes are so bright
Like a sun been around for a billion years
How words trickle from your tongue like they want to ring in ears
And yearn to be sung like a jingle
How you wear your heart upon your sleeves, and never have to look for words
The way you still sparkle without trying

One could love you so much

Or else has to loath you for being a living reminder
Of their unworthiness
Of their greed
Of their ingratitude, and indolent attitude
Expecting things to be given to them as a natural right
How you find the greatest happiness in delights
So little

One forgets to notice them

How you want to live and live, for a lifetime and yet still want to live some more
Terribly
Awfully
Desperately 

One can only pray that life treats you  with grace