The Unfolding

by Love   Sep 1, 2017


How,
Can ten delicate fingers,
Upon two small frail hands,
Grasp the weight of this world,
When I can't even let go,
Nor unclasp the cruel holding,
Amongst the gripping clutches,
Of this sorrowful world,
That somehow always seems to be two steps ahead of me,
And seemingly always too far out of my reach.

    report violation
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  • 8 years ago

    by Mandy

    Love it! Like a small glimpse inside your thoughts :D

  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    Love this! A lot of food for thought in this short write. Well done -

  • 8 years ago

    by Michael

    So much said in a small piece of writing lady Love :)
    Wonderful poem

    Michael x

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    How,
    Can ten delicate fingers,
    Upon two small frail hands,
    Grasp the weight of this world,

    ^^

    I love this poem and truly love these lines. Great formatting too.

    All the best,

    Ben

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