D. Riven Poet Rhyme

Tender Hesitation

I let days flow through my hands,
Their edges soft, like shifting sands.
I linger here, both broken and whole,
Where fear still knocks my careful soul.

I don’t know why, but it remains,
It touches more than it explains.
I care too much, then let it be,
Still something knocks inside of me.

This mischievous voice inside my head
Keeps on walking a fragile thread.
It's a ghostly presence I sometimes touch,
Yet still it knocks, just enough.

I move with it through changing days,
In tricky steps and short delays.
It sits with me, not right nor wrong,
A knock that stays steady but strong.

It’s part of how I think and feel,
It’s how I move, it’s how I heal.
A strange companion I can't ignore,
Will always knock my dented door.

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