To Ask
It’s simple, this reaching—
an open hand daring beyond itself,
letting go of what it grips,
not knowing if it will be caught.
And if the touch is met by air,
there’s no shame;
only the quiet bravery
of extending at all.
Within that gesture,
there is power—
a strength born
of trying, rising once more.
Copyright © Ramon Riveraalmena | Year Posted 2024
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