Dont deny, Me My truth

My word, my promise: not a weapon,
Don’t read them into things they are not,
No sword.

My age, rooted in thoughts: not existence,
Don’t bind them into things they are not,
No page.

My tone, stems from meaning: not a weapon,
Don’t weigh them into things they are not,
No stone.

My ears, listen to comprehend: not ignorant,
Don’t scream into them to preach,
No fears.

My low, defined my depth: not permanence,
Don’t dig deeper than you should,
Go slow.

My rip, my tear: not a trip,
Won’t slice deeper anymore,
No grip.

My end, a closure and a beginning: not despair,
Don’t pretend it into what it’s not,
Will mend.

Don’t deny.
Don’t deny me.
Don’t deny me my truth.
Me, my truth.