Reaching out
from the darkened recesses.
With calloused fingers
and rough bit nails.
*Clawing
Grabbing.
Clutching.*
At any semblance of order...
And balance.
*Make these theirs.
Let these be within reach.*
For they,
those digits...
Worn, scraggly and desperate.
They belong to one.
They answer to one,
martyred heart.
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
Reaching out
from the darkened recesses.
With calloused fingers
and rough bit nails.
*Clawing
Grabbing.
Clutching.*
At any semblance of order...
And balance.
*Make these theirs.
Let these be within reach.*
For they,
those digits...
Worn, scraggly and desperate.
They belong to one.
They answer to one,
martyred heart.
