I've found a new inspiration for my poems
These hands of mine seem frail
when held up by yours of strength.
They help me up when I've fallen,
and comfort me in a warm embrace.
These frail hands hold scars of pain
from years of self-loathing.
Your hands seem tough but strong,
from years of enticing me with that guitar.
If there comes a time where I want
to run and hide, please chase me.
Please find me with these strong hands
and mend my frail and broken ones.
If there comes a time when I desperately
need to know I'm loved, please search my heart.
Search the depths of my soul,
and help me believe again.
These frail hands have been strengthened.
They've been broken, torn, worn, and used,
but now they are atrong.
These frail hands have been revived.
"Many of the most significant moments in our lives come not because it all went right, but because it all fell apart." - Rob Bell