Broken Hands

Life is funny

With broken hands

Thinking about

The life we've shown up in

And the shape of many

When you wouldn't give in

Is that same lost person

You would begin to become

So show up

Make it happen

I made my place from some moments in Flint

And I may not be stable but this is probably it

A missed date at the church

And I knife I shouldn't have claimed

This is how it ends

My creative side and any chance I had at fame

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

That's a really, really well written last stanza.

[Brokendreamsofmarch]

Thank you Medium Dave! I really Appreciate that!

[mel_central]

And a knife I shouldn't have claimed, I felt that. Raw and intense. Good stuff.