Helen Gebregiorgis

Our Hands

We walk in this world with our hands bare

Naked But still No one can ever see how much we hold............

Or feel the weight we carry Too little is too much but too much is too little

To understand Is overwhelming Our hands are bare but the truth is certainly there

Carved In the dark lines, in the folds, in the stems Of our naked palms Carry so much but still so little

Underneath the layers Of skin and cells lies Dozens of wiry veins Roots leading into the pumping organ in our chests

Pumping out amounts of strength Each pump pumping slower then the one that past

To understand Is too difficult We walk in this world with our hands bare

With our hands Naked But We too are blind To our loads Numbness...the only escape from the realities

Of our tired hands