Threshold of my in-betweenness

You have seen me smiling

even have caught me crying

but there are still some moments

hidden from you;

the moments of abandon,

where both the smiles and the tears

don't accompany me.

You are part of my happiness

you have shared my sorrow.

Still there are some feelings

besides the joy and the pain;

my tranquility; when

the days are simple, yet complex

and you have never discovered me in it.

I have shown you my strengths,

even revealed my fears

But, there are still some parts of me

yet to be showcased

chased away from my confidence and the fright

difficult to be understood by you

Sometimes I am clear,

Sometimes too confused

Amid the confusion and clarity,

there is another me who,

always search a way out to move on

yet to be followed by you

When there is still

some hidden from you,

still some to be discovered by you,

it seems you still need time to understand me

and there are paths you still haven't followed

When I am still buffering

for my identity;

still searching me inside myself.

Are you still sure to hold my hand?

Is it possible to make our common stand?

Do you still feel you can witness;

my presence

 in those moments of in-betweenness, those days of blur

and on those crossroads?

Still are you willing to be my threshold?