on my right wrist

whenever I look at my right wrist... i remember you.

i remember seeing you first as someone i found annoying, boisterous and disobedient. the way you carried yourself in the room, you didn't seem to fit your age and i honestly felt like chaining you up so you could stop being a nuisance to all those around you.

finally, something happened. you let your actions run wild and someone took the situation into their own hands and hurt you.

but you didn't apologise or make amends. instead you sat on the floor and bawled like a five-year-old whose sweets were taken away by a big bully. then you threw your tantrum and started to kick things - the wall, the chairs, the carpet. after that, you decided to wreck some of the stuff in the room and finally hid yourself away from public scrutiny. you could just fit nicely underneath the chairs to pretend that you were in your own world while voices were all around you trying to talk sense into you.

but could you understand what was being spoken? did it register into your mind?

but how could you understand?

that was how it was when i first made contact with you. when i got down to my knees - to your level - to peek at you. you were hiding underneath the chairs trying to shut the whole world out. for the first time, i began to see and understand that perhaps you weren't being annoying on purpose... that you were as equally as frustrated and confused as all those around you were.

you were misunderstood.

when i tried to talk to you about what you did, the rage and disappointment that you felt welled up within you. the tears were in your eyes again. you had been provoked. you had been agitated. no one knew how those agitations made you feel mentally and emotionally unstable. you thought you were being threatened.

you were misunderstood.

i pulled you out from your hiding place, and I fought against your nonstop pummelling of your fists on my body. you tried to kick and push me away. you tried to pry my hands that were firmly around you. your last resort was to pinch both my wrists in an attempt to inflict pain.

it was painful. but somehow, it didn't matter anymore.

what mattered the most to me was... that you were understood.

i held you a while longer with your head against my heart as I tried to soothe your anger. your punches started to slow, your angry murmurings began to disappear as i repeatedly rubbed your chest to calm your heart beat.

i wanted you to know that you were understood.

when you stopped being angry and became scared that you would be rejected and scrutinised. i decided to show you the bruise you left on my right wrist.

you understood that it was painful for me. i told you by pointing to that wound, that eventhough it hurt me, i wouldn't hurt you in return.

and somehow, by saying that short sentence. you knew in your own way, that i accepted you for who you were and not by what you did.

when you tried to hide again and i told you the coast was clear and you would be safe... you trusted me by lifting your head again to look up.

when you stood close to me as i led you out again to the big, big world from your hiding place... it was a sign that you were trying to face the world again.

as i waved goodbye to you as you sat in the car and went home... i knew that on that day... two individuals bridged a common understanding. though few words were spoken, we were both understood in a miraculous way.

Dear Weng Onn [editted from Kent cuz i accidently put in the wrong name], one day... i want to tell you how Someone was hurt on His hands, feet and side so that all of us would never be hurt anymore. i want to share with you the story of how Someone also pointed to His wounds and told me that He would never hurt me in return, and how He too told me that the world would be safe for me because I could stick to His side and walk with Him until it was time to go Home.

Dear Weng Onn, Jesus loves you. I want to tell you that this Sunday :) i hope its another day where God's magic will be there to bridge the communication barrier between two human beings.

p.s. to those who would want to know about who Weng Onn is, email me or leave a note at my chatbox. will get back to you with details :)