Hands on my Shoulders

Hands on my Shoulders

A Poem by Bohrium Guy
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When two long time friends like brothers talk....

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Last night feeling indifferent of some sorts

A friend visited me to cure all my contorts

My friend laid his hands on my shoulders

Said share with me what you see as boulders


I had no choice but to reluctantly comply

I released my angers all my fears in reply

I felt his hand tremble with so much fear

As he saw what I have held inside so dear


I saw in him a small glimmer of hope

The faithful giver of life’s saving rope

He said it’s ok to wonder, sit and think

Just keep your wits, forget about the stink


He showed me my weight, my anvil of life

My struggle within to carry my own plight

Showed me my reason my heart found love

Carried me to a place I called from above


Made me stare at my reflection and look at my past

Said always remember why things get put in last

Deliver who you are to those who can’t see

Rest your worries and believe what will be


I didn’t understand the meaning he had said

So tired and confused I headed off to my bed

In my dream came my two whispering a song

Trust in your faith and how love is so strong


Everyone comes into your life for a reason

Accept they’re hearts, love it is your season

An hour glass slowly sifts the sand over it’s time

Give someone a chance to find your love sublime


You are a good man a special friend people see

Shine like a star show them how love is to be

For this is your weapon and you wield it so well

Show them what was, place them under the spell

© 2015 Bohrium Guy


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Added on November 23, 2015
Last Updated on November 23, 2015
Tags: Friends, Brothers, Communication

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