A comfort
I think it was
from a loving hand
to keep me warm
A change
I think it is
from a swaying hand
to keep me warn
Angry
Yes she is
from a firm hand
she means no harm
Guilty
I don't know if she is
with an open hand
but I start to run
Coping
I still am
with a sweaty hand
I start to hum
YOU ARE READING
Flowing words
PoetryThe words flow through her mind But never in her mouth Fighting to be burst out loud Until it's forgotten and never to be found
