In the Absence of Delicacy

A complete lack of delicacy

Gentleness, softness

Plain truth, shining messages

That's what you're all about

Nothing symbolic

That isn't already obvious

Nothing secretive

Unless it's your own

So little fabrication

Just cold, hard truth

Sure, it's sometimes icy

And hurtful all the same

Yet, in the midst of that arctic brutality

I find comfort

I find warmth

I feel so incredibly secure

Like nothing can hurt me

Like my heart's in good hands

Amazing hands

And I'm home