a fractured hand
deep inside piles of the past
a divide in its grip
it perpetually needs a cast
a fractured hand raiding
a dump of death and dark
the fingertips just touch
the sliver of hope the spark
a fractured hand deftly
takes the Bible apart
and rises uncertainly to feel
the faith in human heart
a fractured hand but
is no steel clasp
like sand salt or the raging raindrops
it eludes every closed grasp
2 comments:
A fractured hand but when recovers grasps reality tighter than a hand not fractured...
But the pain remains still..
:) intense as always :) n as always love it :)
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