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there are more worlds than
I can hold within my hands or within yours why is it that then my hands my fingers can be as sieves and when I try to hold onto all I would Love it all slips through my hands are old they hurt and ache some days I cannot grab nor grip onto anything and it seems onto anyone how has this happened my hands cannot listen to the thoughts I'm sending them please please I plead don't let go hold on but now my hands shake and quiver when they might grasp little gnarled joints small worlds they once held and clung to wmall hopeful dreams they reached for small but real and oh so close to my heart once I told myself over and over my wishing incantations my brave encircling mantras fingers please be tenacious please help me grip, cling and hold onto anything, everyone I have I had for there was a time once when I had and was nothing so many worlds within these whorls and words I speak the people the memories I chose from and embrace and seek somewhere in my mind my old hands exist and I call to them come back and bring me back to my old self. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ I write this as I see little dreams crumbling. There they go off on little paws. Like lost pets and friends and loves its a dealing with grief. that's why I write here its hard when it feels as if its all evaporating LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 10:53 PM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME ON JULY 4 2023, INDEPENDENCE DAY AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/AUTHOR/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD. re-edited for clarity and more precise emotional impact 7/12/2023 10:59PM PST time and date stamped/ all legal copyright@ retained by MELISSA A. HOWELLS POET/AUTHOR WRITER. Vote for this poem |
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