Unseen Hands
You reach, but not for me—
only for the light I carry,
only when it serves you,
only when the world is watching.
I see the softness in your words,
but I also see the sharp edges
hidden beneath them.
A careful performance, a delicate act,
love that bends in your favor.
When I stood in shadows,
you were not my sun.
When I trembled,
your hands did not catch me.
But now you return,
palms open, eyes pleading—
not for me, but for what I hold.
You cannot touch my light.
It is not yours to borrow.
It does not bend to deception,
nor does it answer false echoes.
I see you. I see through you.
And still, I rise—
untouched, unchained, unseen by you,
but radiant nonetheless.🙏✨️🥰