Callused HandsA Poem by Hunter Mullis
These hands have felt everything.
Happiness, Sadness, Pain, Melancholy and everything in between. They grew callused and felt as if they had felt everything there was to feel, and defended themselves with their rough hard skin, But that changed when I met you. When I met you I realized there was so much more to experience and I discovered that everything I had ever felt had to be rediscovered, Because I found that it all felt better with your hand in mine. These hands are no longer callused, but instead soft and ready for the world of things they have yet to experience with you by my side. With your hand in mine.
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Added on January 25, 2024 Last Updated on January 25, 2024 AuthorHunter MullisChilliwack, BC, CanadaAboutI don’t come here as often as I used to, Maybe that’ll change. Who knows more..Writing
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