Your heartbeat isn’t a strict clock, but a gentle rhythm,

Feeling confined by your body and your fears,

Waiting for that calm time to arrive,

When your inner confusion begins to fade.

We build our lives on old patterns and beliefs,

A tough shell of pride and protective barriers,

Forgetting these defenses start to crumble,

The moment our true self decides to open up.

But you possess a quiet strength in your presence,

Not in clenching your hand, but in an open gesture,

A power that doesn’t need to assert itself,

A firm resolve that finds stability in peace.

It’s a surprising truth about being human,

That we’re most powerful when we let down our defenses,

When we allow our rough edges to become smooth,

And soften the parts life has made tough.

I feel the tangible comfort of being secure,