The GESTURE
This might be her fool's paradise,
This might be her escapism .
But then why should she refrain from it if these puffs of thoughts give her solace ...
The fear of the unknown that engulfs her every now and then ,
She doesn't despise it , for that fear brings out her vulnerable side .
She doesn't ignore it for in that fear she feels like a baby needing tender care.
And she tosses n turns in her cold bed ,
Trying to quieten the supersonic heartbeats...
She hugs herself , clenching her fists ...her knees touching her bosom...
Shuts off her eyes ... As if preventing even a swirl of the outside wind from touching her ...
And its not a tale of love or idolisation...
Its not a tale of how high she places him on a pedestal ...
Its not a tale of promises or relationships...
Its just a tale of trust...
Its just a golden grain of thought amidst this vast expanse...
Its just a gesture ...of trust
A hand over her head ....
His voice that reaches out to her ,
Slowly yet carefully he caresses her hair ,
Covers her in his strong yet gentle arms ...
Takes her hand onto his chest ,
That carries his pure heart.
Those heartbeats that sing a million lullabies to this fearful child ....
Its just a gesture ...u see ...
His warm feet entwined with hers ....
He fills her up with warmth ...
And not a single word is uttered .
She feebly opens her eyes n looks up at him...
And there's a smile on his face and a truth in his eyes .... Sayin
"Don't worry baby ! You are safe in my arms"
And that moment she knows what's a home ...
Its just a gesture .... U see ....
So even when he isn't there ,
The faith n trust is so profound.
And she snuggles more deeply in his embrace ...
Oblivious of the toxicity from the outside world .
Oblivious of the shrieking voices n abuses from the world .
Oblivious of all the debauchery and hatred that prevails.
Oblivious of all the devils that wait to throw her down .
She feels his touch on her body .
She feels his kiss on her forehead.
She feels his warmth over her feet .
And she opens those eyes only to see the ghost of fear driven away by her angel 😇.
AND ITS A GESTURE , U SEE ...
Not an abstract tale...
Not her fool's paradise
Not her escapism
BUT A REAL GESTURE OF TRUST .
© Athena
(the fearful night)
This might be her fool's paradise,
This might be her escapism .
But then why should she refrain from it if these puffs of thoughts give her solace ...
The fear of the unknown that engulfs her every now and then ,
She doesn't despise it , for that fear brings out her vulnerable side .
She doesn't ignore it for in that fear she feels like a baby needing tender care.
And she tosses n turns in her cold bed ,
Trying to quieten the supersonic heartbeats...
She hugs herself , clenching her fists ...her knees touching her bosom...
Shuts off her eyes ... As if preventing even a swirl of the outside wind from touching her ...
And its not a tale of love or idolisation...
Its not a tale of how high she places him on a pedestal ...
Its not a tale of promises or relationships...
Its just a tale of trust...
Its just a golden grain of thought amidst this vast expanse...
Its just a gesture ...of trust
A hand over her head ....
His voice that reaches out to her ,
Slowly yet carefully he caresses her hair ,
Covers her in his strong yet gentle arms ...
Takes her hand onto his chest ,
That carries his pure heart.
Those heartbeats that sing a million lullabies to this fearful child ....
Its just a gesture ...u see ...
His warm feet entwined with hers ....
He fills her up with warmth ...
And not a single word is uttered .
She feebly opens her eyes n looks up at him...
And there's a smile on his face and a truth in his eyes .... Sayin
"Don't worry baby ! You are safe in my arms"
And that moment she knows what's a home ...
Its just a gesture .... U see ....
So even when he isn't there ,
The faith n trust is so profound.
And she snuggles more deeply in his embrace ...
Oblivious of the toxicity from the outside world .
Oblivious of the shrieking voices n abuses from the world .
Oblivious of all the debauchery and hatred that prevails.
Oblivious of all the devils that wait to throw her down .
She feels his touch on her body .
She feels his kiss on her forehead.
She feels his warmth over her feet .
And she opens those eyes only to see the ghost of fear driven away by her angel 😇.
AND ITS A GESTURE , U SEE ...
Not an abstract tale...
Not her fool's paradise
Not her escapism
BUT A REAL GESTURE OF TRUST .
© Athena
(the fearful night)
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