Hands pushed into my darkness,
and held me up to ridicule
shame.
I echoed him,reflected him
and paid a high price for the awakening.


Hands sifted through my lyrical soul
and held me up to the light
to love.
I echoed him,reflected him
and paid a high price for the awakening.

Hands reached across the cosmos
and  held me up to all I could be
me.
I echoed him,reflected him
and paid a high price for the awakening.

No hands are allowed so close now
to touch me
nor hold me.
I have been echoed and reflected
and paid too high a price on awakening.