with time I appreciate differences 

signs of life appearing in scratches 

 

does it evoke pity or understanding

deeper I go the more commanding

 

what I fear becomes a recipe 

finished in someone else’s kitchen

 

what you’ve broken is a challenge

for someone who can fix it 

 

leaning against each other 

finding love amidst the hunger

 

coloring in conversations 

hues I wouldn’t’ve chosen

 

all the more beautiful 

coming from your hands