Holding Hands

Cracked the rock and
the pain that came; her hands
are soft and she cried.

Give me her hand to heal mine.
Send her heart to that place.
Throw my heart down for hands
with no pain.

Her hands don’t know the
pain. Send her hear away,
her hands cry, a hand
bruised in isolation.

Hands carried by Angels to
be broken, soaked in wine
her hands have tasted tears.
A cup of water and a ring
for my tears.

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