Unclench

Why am I holding a fist?
Because I wear a cross around my throat.
I hold it tight, and it burns sometimes.
I whisper as I walk, but not to myself.
You can whisper with me.
I’ll show you what I hold.
It was meant to be shared.
You think I am teasing,
That I am not serious.
It is just a symbol, you say.
It is a symbol;
It is a promise.
It is a spear in the side,
It is dying on love,
It is two lives forever entwined.
So I cannot,
I will not unclench my fist.
Don't you understand?
I am holding a hand.





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