At Arm’s Length

In a noble desire to keep you from harm
He won’t let you come past the length of his arm.

He’s willing to let you hold on to his hand
But you can’t shake the sense you’re still just a friend.

He’s happy to have you walk by his side,
But he hasn’t been able to cast off his pride:
To tell you his feelings, or reveal his need.
Or confess how hard it is for him to lead.

He wants to be open- to whisper, confide
But his heart is locked up, securely inside.

While you carefully search for a reason, a rhyme
Remember: God makes everything beautiful in His time.

-Wills Osborn (12/7/20)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s