Misunderstood

In the silence of our hearts' disdain, Feel the emotions, let go the pain, From a place we didn't wish to be, You stopped to ask how good it was for me. A tournament’s pride, not small nor grand, Yet misunderstandings sparked, unplanned. Angry words like arrows flew, As if I'd launched an attack on you. But know this moment holds a seed, Of deeper truth, of what we need. To listen more and understand, The tender heart in trembling hand.