Poetry

My Hands

If there’s a hand to extend,
on this God given Earth,
I’ll lend you my hands,
my heart and
my Love.

I ain’t a perfection
Ain’t your cup of tea
But I’ll tell you the Truth
Cos I love being Me.

The Soul cries and cries
You do a thousand crunches
The Heart pounds
and screams
and takes in all the punches

The pain resides in the deepest of places
The hurt hides in the darkest of spaces
When your heart grows old and when due it will tire
Know that God’s love will never expire.

 

-LM