Strong hands meant to love and hold
Instead
They hold too tightly
Press too heavily
And breathing falters
That's not what strong hands are for
Hands that hold me as I stumble
Reach out, pull me up when I am down
Strong hands that support me
Offer love
Offer comfort
Strong, artistic hands
Paint with harsh streaks of painful purples
Strong tones of brash blues
Fading yellows
Light, creamy greens
My body is your canvas
That's not what strong hands are for
Soft hands
Trace such sweet apologies
Melt away any doubt
Melt any insecurity
Melt away any fear
*No. I love you
These hands will never paint again
Never use harsh colors again*
Thank you for your promise
I know better.
Your canvas is waiting.
Until next time
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
Strong hands meant to love and hold
Instead
They hold too tightly
Press too heavily
And breathing falters
That's not what strong hands are for
Hands that hold me as I stumble
Reach out, pull me up when I am down
Strong hands that support me
Offer love
Offer comfort
Strong, artistic hands
Paint with harsh streaks of painful purples
Strong tones of brash blues
Fading yellows
Light, creamy greens
My body is your canvas
That's not what strong hands are for
Soft hands
Trace such sweet apologies
Melt away any doubt
Melt any insecurity
Melt away any fear
*No. I love you
These hands will never paint again
Never use harsh colors again*
Thank you for your promise
I know better.
Your canvas is waiting.
Until next time
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