Sunday, January 20, 2013

Holding Hands - Poem for The Mag


When you took my hands
Was it to let go?

Was it just for few moments that
Your fingers pulled me into

An embrace?
Did you think I could

Hold on if you let go?
Wasn’t it strange

That other than you,
 I had never  held hands

With anyone, ever.
And now, your hands

 No longer hold mine
So I learnt to

Clench them up
Lest some hand ever

Seeks mine
And I forget

Lessons learnt.


 written by Zafaran for The Mag 152
 


11 comments:

  1. Tis part of life ~ lovely poem and well expressed ~

    (A Creative Harbor) ^_^

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  2. Poignant, meaningful and very well expressed.

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  3. Those lessons certainly can hurt!

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  4. Sometimes those lessons learned can hurt the most!

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  5. Oh that first heart=break! Just awful!
    Well captured!
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  6. a knot in my stomach.....unclench, please

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  7. That's quite sad. Clenched hands not allowing a healing touch. Well done.

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  8. ... oh, so overwhelmingly sad. We all go through it, and learn to reach out soon enough. Well done.

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