Hands are a fortress
built with small caresses
guarding against yesterday’s pain
Hands are the wall of courage,
the strength of love and faith,
the constancy holding a scattered heart.
But, best of all, they are a nesting place
for compassion and, when on mine,
they are my security.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Yes...hands are indeed walls that form a circle to enclose and protect - not to shut out. I love the sense of warmth and comfort this poem left me with. A good take on the contest theme. Lovely poetry - thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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