Posted: December 18, 2012 in Uncategorized

the sacred road

lined and freckled
small but strong
these hands are open
yet never belong
i reach to embrace you
you falter and shy
retreating, distracted
but i understand why

yet it often feels like
my touch fractures instead
of soothing and comforting
and it fucks up my head
emotional fragility
confidence shaky at best
i feel a such burden
a third wheel, a mess
but that is my issue
my heart’s heavy weight
a shadow of self doubt
that i strive to abate
so though it hurts tremendously
and i feel extremely ill-equipped
i’ll continue to extend myself
even if it is but fingertips

perhaps one day
you’ll grab hold – hard and tight
linking our fingers
and finding comfort at the sight

my hands
they are here
but waiting for your own
though they may get chaffed, cracked and scarred
it is a mark of love easily worn
these hands…

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Comments
  1. hiddinsight says:

    Absolutely beautiful. Wow. Just wow.

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