Reveries: A Collection of Poetry & Thoughts

Left Hand

You are my left hand you saw value where others saw used and i saw damaged the pages turned so easily for you no chapters left unread your face never revealed a bit of judgement it was constantly tinged with empathy and a bit of anger at the unsavory treatment you saw character and knowledge and strength and held me close to your chest and your heart you held me in your warmth as if to gave me all your love you handled me with delicate care your touch and your fingers soft as they move up and down my body you gave me your attention and i realized that i was none of what anyone else called me or what i had allowed myself to believe in i saw the beauty of who i am through your eyes and i love your eyes truly thank you for the view