The closed hand

Hold back!

The river need not flow for all to drink.

Some see water,

others see a chance to drown.

Never give everything,

the sun that shines too long burns.

Keep your warmth,

let the shadows have their turn.

No one sees the seeds

that die beneath the soil,

yet forests grow in silence,

never asking for applause.

Walk your quiet road,

eyes on the shimmer ahead.

Some journeys bloom alone,

some hearts are meant to be unsaid.