A Welcoming Palm

Even kneeling down beside your form, your heart races. 

I can see you tremble and shake.

You don’t know me,

and I don’t know you.

A fearful judgement is what you make.

No one said it would be easy to be out in the world alone, 

particularly for someone of your size on such a cold night.

Trust that I don’t wish to add to your woes.

I’m no danger.

I’ve come to aid you in your plight. 

How many others have passed you by, feigning ignorance?

Were they truly naive to your red, teary eyes?

Maybe they don’t see you?

Perhaps they cannot hear you?

Did you reach out, or was it only luck that I caught such faint cries?

You feel wronged by the world.

Were these feelings been swallowed down?  Bottled up inside?

Broken dreams?

Empty promises?

They bring about a pain that one can’t hide. 

A welcoming palm stretches out in the grass before you.

It’s understandable that, at first, you’d quiver.

I mean only to lift you up.

To cup you close.

To listen to the thoughts of a wounded dreamer.

No chance that I’m leaving you alone in such a state, Little One.

You need a friend to see this through.

Open up, trust in me.

Help me to understand.

For even the biggest of hearts have been there too.