Poetry: An Open Hand An Open Hand You, the one, I did adore, The one that proved life held more, I held out my hand, An open hand, Did you ever caress it with your love? Or did you treat it like a lifeless glove? I held out my hand, An open hand, Did you respect it when it worked, for your joy? Or did you think it a puppet, or mindless toy? I held out my hand, An open hand, Did you enjoy, its innocent, gentle touch? Or shrink away, as from a demons clutch? I held out my hand, An open hand, It became clear that you, didnt care, You left that hand alone, afraid, and bare, I held out my hand, An open hand, Yet through it all, I heard your breath, That breath that ordered an innocents death, I held out my hand, An open hand, That breath, which maimed me, no longer could I stand, So why is that I never took back that hand? I held out my hand, An open hand, The reason came from my hearts stopping, That hand, now clenched, is prevented forever from dropping. |