Look at this Hand

They
look at me,

and see me
a certain way,

they
see me as prey,

they see
me as easy,

they see me as
weak,

they do not
see me as a threat,

and they are right,
I am not a threat.

unless
they make me into one.

because
what they see
me as,

the weaknesses
they want
to help me overcome,

cause them to underestimate me,

look at this hand
not this hand,

so much
time fixing the
weaknesses

they do not always
see the strength,

the beauty
deep inside,

they see
an innocent kitty
but the kitty

can easily become a wildcat

that
will come out when
forced  and
fight to the death.

pay no attention to
the girl
behind the curtain...


look at this hand...

Rooms of my Soul

You stare
into windows
to my soul,

and believe you
see all

yet...

what you
see through
a window is
not the entire house,

it is merely
one room,


you stare into
the windows of
my soul,
and do not realize
it is only one
part of me
which you see,

there are many other
rooms of my
soul,

rooms which
make up who
I am,

rooms
which define me,

rooms which control
my actions,


rooms which
are beautiful,
and no part
need be changed...