I just want to write and give a whisper to the constant pain aching words etched on my hands, for my hands have written on them...
'Please save me!'
And now I whisper to these hands...
'No one is here, enough is enough, just save yourself.'
Cruel and cold but this is my resolve.
Alone and upset as I may be, I won't give up here.
Not because of people.
Not because of my fears.
No I am done.
I bid these helpless hands farewell and with stronger hands I grasp my goals tightly and unwavering.
My path is hard.
But so what?!
If I fall, I'll just stand again and again.
That's life after all.
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Poems Of Wisdom, Wanderlust, & Love...
PuisiPoetry of Self-Discovery for the Insecure Heart of the Artist.