_These hands that tremor,_
Can’t hold your fragile demeanor.
For they only know doubt and suspicion.
They do not understand the anger and sadness boiling up.
Only the instinct to drop anything that might burn these cautious hands.
• • •
_These hands that tremor,_
Can’t fix the shards that they broke.
For the pieces are too fine and sharp.
They bleed and cut at the attempt to change.
Only when these hands are lost and gone, you can build yourself up again.
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 10:29 AM UTC
_These hands that tremor,_
Can’t hold your fragile demeanor.
For they only know doubt and suspicion.
They do not understand the anger and sadness boiling up.
Only the instinct to drop anything that might burn these cautious hands.
• • •
_These hands that tremor,_
Can’t fix the shards that they broke.
For the pieces are too fine and sharp.
They bleed and cut at the attempt to change.
Only when these hands are lost and gone, you can build yourself up again.
