<div class="fr-view"><p>My arms go stiff when I’m close to home.<br />
Like they forgot what they’ve always known.<br />
I stand there frozen, heart on fire,<br />
Wanting to move, afraid to try it.</p>
<p>Thinking “I love you”, but won’t come out,<br />
Caught between fear and quiet doubt.<br />
At home those words feel far too loud.<br />
Too heavy to say, too real, too proud.</p>
<p>Hugs feel awkward, timed too late,<br />
Measured seconds, held in place.<br />
I count the beats, I pull away,<br />
Afraid I’ll break if I choose to stay.</p>
<p>It’s not that love has ever been thin,<br />
It’s rooted deep under the skin.<br />
But family love knows every scar,<br />
Every distance, every “we are”.</p>
<p>So I learned to love without my hands.<br />
Through showing up, through silent plans.<br />
Through staying near, through doing more,<br />
Through standing guard outside the door.</p>
<p>But with my friends, my body knows<br />
It leans in close, it overflows.<br />
My arms remember how to hold.<br />
How to be warm, how to be bold.</p>
<p>“I love you” falls without a fight,<br />
Hugs last longer, feel more right.<br />
No fear of weight, no fear of need,<br />
No old wounds begging me to bleed.</p>
<p>At home, affection feels like a risk.<br />
Like touching truth I might not fix.<br />
Like if I hug too tight, too long,<br />
I’ll admit where I belong.</p>
<p>So I hover near, I keep my space.<br />
Hope love shows in quieter ways.<br />
Hope they feel it in all I do,<br />
In everything I don’t say too.</p>
<p>But wanting still can bruise the chest,<br />
A longing love cannot suppress.<br />
Because arms are meant to reach and stay,<br />
Not freeze and fold and turn away.</p>
<p>Maybe one day I’ll stay in place,<br />
Let the hug last, feel the space.<br />
Let my arms unlearn the fear.<br />
Let love show up and linger here.</p>
<p>Until then, know this much is true:<br />
I’ve loved you hard my whole life through.<br />
Even when my arms won’t let me show,<br />
My heart has always held you close.</p>
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My heart knows, my arms don’t
Love is loud in my heart but quiet in my hands. I’ve always held you close, just not the way I planned.
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This is incredible Harry! To speak about something that many people do experience but can be seen as quite controversial takes a lot strength! Forever proud of you and the person you are, i’m very lucky to know you and call you my friend <3
Well done Harry! That’s amazing!
That is so beautiful and I totally get it. I feel that is how my whole life has been lived out – so hard to say and do the things that people normally say and do to express their love. But I know I won’t ever change now- much too old.
Well done you absolute legend! I am so glad you are sharing your story, poems and words, as you are a great inspiration to all!