These Hands

My hands are soar
Cracked, dry
Small blisters linger-
Blisters which reappear each time I hold on

My hands hurt at the end of the day

I hold on for courage
For independence
To be higher than the ground for a moments notice

There I am reaching
Holding on
Grasping with all my strength-
Grabbing for something tangible
To hold in these soar hands
Hands which are cracked
Dry

My hands have small blisters
Not very lady you say
But they have character anyway

My hands hurt at the end of the day

Yet, the desire to keep reaching is inside of me
Each and everyday




written May 12, 2008