these hands have gripped
a lover's back
fooling myself into
romantizied daydreams
these hands have shut
the door behind me
after finally gathering stregnth
to walk away
these hands have hung
up the cold reciever
after rounds of
piteous pleas
these hands have held
the future
in the form of a child
ten fingers, ten toes- perfection
these hands have loved
these hands have pushed away
these hands hurt
these hands create
these hands, with thier
patchwork of scars,
withered and marred,
jagged, tattered nails
these hands are the oldest
part of my young body,
the dead give away
to the age of my soul
i'm too young
i'm too old
these hands have hugged
a pillow trying to
chase away the
lonliness night brings
these hands hold
my child
listening to her
golden sunshine laughter
these hands will
save me
they aren't as frail
as they seem
these hands are my hope
these hands will hold on
these hands are strong
these hands survive