My Hands

My Hands

A Poem by K Antonacci




6 Aprile 2009
These hours
They tick away from me in all opposing directions
I turn to laugh with them,
And they are gone.
I regret losing them, wishing to stretch them out
But time tocks away from me
These days
They show me who I want to be, and who I am now
I want to learn from them,
And they will be missed.
I want to keep them safe within my bones, seemingly lost
But simultaneously I crave to share
These hands
They treasure what I idolize, and what I want to save
I want to touch the lives of others,
And for them to see I care.
I know in my heart all respond as such
But some days I feel that these hands are too small

© 2009 K Antonacci

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Lots you want to do with your hands. Well written poem.

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Added on April 6, 2009


K Antonacci
K Antonacci

My World, RI

Welcome to the mind that is me. :) I'm happy to have you, and i'm excited to meet you. The things on this page are sometimes things that i don't dare to say aloud, some are spin-offs of conversations .. more..

M.I.A. M.I.A.

A Poem by K Antonacci