Hands Full of Pain of Everyone

Hands out to catch
mine and everyone else's
miseries.
My hands are too small
to catch all the pain
of those I care for.
It cuts
and burns
and blisters
my hands
until they're bleeding
from all the pain.
Though my hands
are stuck out for
the miseries,
it also means
I catch the wonderfully
amazing things
that falls from the sky
when Life feel las generous.