What we reach out for.

We reached out for flowers but found thorns instead. 

We wanted petals, but got blood. 

What we thought was beauty, was hurt disguised in happiness. 

So be careful little hands and little hearts of what you reach out for. 

Be careful of settling down for lesser things just because you hate being empty-handed.

Maybe sometimes your hand needs to clench its fingers to a fist, 

And stop reaching. 

But sometimes, you need to stretch your feet and tip toe 

so you can reach out more, 

A little further, a few more inches. 

And maybe for you to do that 

You have to open your tight fist, 

 your closed heartgates, the doors of your mind, 

Let go and don't be afraid 

To reach, reach and reach

And reach out in faith. 

And I'll be praying for you

So you'll find something beautiful at the other end, 

The kind of beauty that doesn't leave you with scars, 

Beauty soft like flowers and petals

Soft like the tips of your fingers, 

Warm like your hands,

Sturdy like your feet. 

Brave like your heart.