Hands

Hands

A Poem by TurtleClark

take my hand
we can run through the dark
through the sad
with the lost
we can wander
and never be found
we can fly 
and reach the clouds
finding dreams
we thought we had lost
take my hand
i won't let you fall
i'll help you stand again
climb to the top
look out on those who couldn't look beyond
hold tight to the dream
that even you couldn't see
will you offer yours
as i walk along the barren shore
as i desert the home i knew
running from the pain i felt
searching for love
wondering what the world will offer
my feet slipping on the dew slicked grass
sweating hands losing their grasp
will you offer yours 
when the world begins to crumble 
and all else fails
when its just you and me 
when the fear of the unknown 
is conquered by the fear of the known
when nightmares enter dreams
burning the clouds 
swallowing the seas
can we survive
against the burning
against the inevitable end
will we die hand in hand 
or fingers out stretched
yearning for the safety
of a familiar grasp
take my hand
and offer me yours
together we can survive
the inevitable end 
of the lives we have led

© 2014 TurtleClark


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A beautiful and hopeful poem. My Grandparent stayed together 70 years. They always held hands. The poem described where two became one for the journey of life. These are the lucky people. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


a poem that impresses with honesty and observation !

Posted 6 Years Ago


Reads like a book...
a short story of sort...
as I went about the lines...
gives the reader a sense of inhibition...
as you go about telling us...
within each moment that passes...


Posted 6 Years Ago



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TurtleClark
TurtleClark

Harrisburg, PA



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