That very first moment,
when your palm
got in contact
with my palm.
These small fingers of mine,
intertwined with yours.
Your big hand could almost cover entirely
my small hand.
But it felt safe there.
I miss it.
The warmth it provided.
Where did it go?
YOU ARE READING
In Order To Grow
Poetrybecoming something I've always deserved to be empowering my soul and my mind fighting for me