HandsA Poem by penguinI have always seen hands as the windows in life. From when you are child and play peek-a-boo, to when you are an adult and filling out a job application. Somewhere in my life I became aware of hands and their mysterious powers, and since then, I haven't taken a break from pondering the subject. Hands can connect so many people, like family members, friends, and strangers. One simple wave, handshake, hand-hold, gesture, written word, hug, or shoulder-pat Can change a life. Hands hold more than only pencils, phones, whatever else you blindly think. It holds the past, present, future. The words we think but never get to say. The things we want to do but never end up doing. The people we want to reach but are too far away. You can look at one person's hand, and immediately Retain sections of their life. Mine are small, yet calloused, my seemingly thousands of notebooks and journals plead. Some are large, meant to be used for good, But instead are used to hold the terrifying power to harm. Hands control the universe, How we live and die, Speak and think, Lie and protect, Comfort and abandon, Kill and be reborn. All in two palms, Ten fingers, And countless treasures.
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3 Reviews Added on October 30, 2016 Last Updated on November 3, 2016 AuthorpenguinTNAboutI'm a 15 year old writer and reader. Not great, barely average. But trying. more..Writing
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