The Secret in My Palm

Honestly I will be alright

Still kneeling on the floor and pray for my soul

This colour that I'm hiding had not left my palm

But I felt as if it stuck in me again and again

I was trying to destroy it bit by bit

Destroy the small, soft and vulnerable

Then, suddenly I stop

It was not as if it was sweet
It is only the pain left inside

In a way I wish I could say 'I am sorry'

I wish I would turn back and tell you 'I am grateful'

The truth is I can't and I don't know how

There is no turning back in this life

I know I have told you how much 'I love you'

And I remember how you said 'I hate you'

This is untruthful to say that these things did not hurt

It flashed through my mind how awful it would be

To shrug it off as something which was unimportant

I got something to show you

My palm...the secret is still there