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These Hands |
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Silent Evincar Member
since 2003-07-22
Posts 179Here There and Places Between |
I hold onto my precious consciousness cradling my face in my lowly hands. The scarred fingers hardly knowing the sight of my eyes covering them still as a broken shield. Tears scorn my flesh while igniting my inner fury slowly waiting to erupt upon an unknown entity. Searing as they are I cherish this rare moment a time when I can fully let go to salty discomforts. But now is not the time for pity to absorb my face nor the calloused palms to engrave my skin. It is a preparation of the future to come in the instant once I decide to grow, seperate forever from these hands. |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Searing as they are I cherish this rare moment a time when I can fully let go to salty discomforts. Nicholas, what a well-written poem this is!! And, a good cry does seem to cleanse our inner hurts, sometimes. Hugs  Ethel |
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Deep_Inside Member
since 2002-02-14
Posts 377i can't stop hiding |
this was a grate expression of true feelings the description and progression was grate, looking for more keep righting when you live you begin to die |
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dertah Senior Member
since 2003-06-18
Posts 584 |
yum salty discomforts...i like salty. hmmm, but i was never one for the hands, i always buried my face in my pillow soaking it with tears. good write. |
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Peeps-Peter Junior Member
since 2003-07-19
Posts 14 |
deep. A really well done poem, I really loved the detail. sweet. ~Pete  |
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