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