The Olive Branch

I will not be the first to extend my hand, for it’s held onto yours again and again.
They say you’re reborn, learning the ropes, a battlefield of a new hope.
They say you’re at peace, but at what cost does it bring?
I will not be the first to extend my hand, for it gave you a push and I watched as you ran.
I no longer need your seal of approval, I just need to ask “why did you do it?”
A question that will forever go unanswered, for you won’t be the first to extend your hand either.