Fuse, Join, Or Blend

I watched my hands, put them on the face then looked at them gingerly. Observed that if I keep hands very straight and try to adjust them to fit perfectly together, I'd need to loosen them bit and keep one up while moving down the other. Otherwise, will always be some space between. Tried it again, with my feet and seeing the same results, Sunddenly hit me! We people are made the same but in order to fit with each other we need to lean and match one to another. I realize that too often I am falling from one extreme to another. By being too weak letting everybody push their will on me became as soft and slippery as butter Could not have one thought of my own to stand right and strong. Then, discovering me, myself Became as strong as diamond Shining around and acting smart But, too tough, unwanted, cold, and strong I'd hurt those that I'd love the most As well as strangers, oh! Now, I am looking again at my hands and try to lean one on the other. They taught me that There is no need to be strong and shine as innox nor as diamond Nor to be soft and slippery as butter nor as silk If I can only be me To kindly create for me or others some leaning possibilities, Should be content. ..To leave no empty space on my soul, should move it kindly round and round so that it will perfectly fit with other people's hearts..