My Hands
By Wynnter M. at William Cullen Bryant
My hands hold myself together when times get rough,
And the people I love when words aren’t enough.
They hold the memories from the past,
And the hands that need something to grasp.
My hands reach for the future
And let go of the past.
My hands create new worlds to escape to
When they turn the pages of the book.
They create a world all of my own,
When all I want is to be alone.