Do you dare?

Do you dare to talk with me

and listen in silence to what I say?

Do you dare to hear my pain and sorrow,

or do you rather walk away?

Do you dare to look at me

and see me for who I really am?

Do you dare to ask me how I am,

instead of filling it in.

Do you dare to respect my anger,

without telling me it's wrong?

Do you dare to walk along with me,

in contradiction to what you normally do;

moving on as fast as you can.

Do you dare to cry with me,

for what I've lost.

Do you dare to hold my hand

and love me for who I am?

Lucinda van de Ven