Their Own

Their own hands, hard enough to kill

Childish enough to press against the window of a toy store but still

Soft enough to caress a baby’s cheek

Silencing enough to cover your mouth before you speak

Their own tears, happy enough on your wedding day

Little enough for when you can’t cry when there is nothing to say

Sad enough to fall with the power of the rain

Strong enough to hold in when there is just to much pain

Their own eyes dancing with morning sun

Red enough for the fires of hell to be over and done

Though green enough with envy dark and begrudged

Grey enough to feel empty, hurt and judged

Their own screams, saying happy birthday to their one year old

Screams of need when your heart feels battered and cold

Though angry enough to shatter the beer bottle they threw at you on their way out

Screams that can be silenced even with the slightest doubt

Their own souls, deep inside themselves questioning every minute of their lives

Fire burning to keep them warm on where their heart thrives

Cold enough to see the world harsh as they make it be

But real enough to understand these people are just like you and me