So many hands,
But not a pair that can hold my grief for even a minute.
So many hands,
But not a pair that has touched my soul, in this lifetime.
So many hands,
But not a pair that can place understanding into my palms.
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So many hands,
But my right hand has only the left one as its companion.
I collect little pieces of wonder and turn them into words. Somenings, my heart feels like early spring. Everything inside me reaches toward light before I'm even fully awake. Other days, it is overcast in ways no weather report could predict. I smile, make tea, do my things,
Perhaps i do not want healing Perhaps i only want a single place that asks nothing of me - not even an explanation for why i am so tired. Everyone speaks of finding peace, as if it were misplaced somewhere. I only wanted a corner of the world where my
Everyone wants to do different things to my pain - Label it, Intellectualize it, Erase it, Turn into power, Everyone wants to do different things to my pain, Nobody wants to feel it. Not even for a second, And probably that's why the pain persists.
And above all I am trying to be as kind as the universe, who gives me another chance everyday. So when the 18 year old biker makes a sharp turn, I don't curse him out - he is just gotten the vehicle, maybe he did not mean to