Wednesday, 17 October 2018

Your hands

Your hands
are the
drawbridge
to your heart

closed
impassable
impenetrable

no soft caresses
no cheering hugs
no soothing strokes
rejection
harshness
closed

no welcome
no smile
no joyous greeting
no one may pass

And now?
worn
wrinkled
lonely?
Who takes care of you?

© 16 Oct 18

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