SlippingA Poem by GabrielMy sister gave me a little prompt, a story in poem format about losing a friend with the running metaphor of a hand. This is what I came up with.Our hands slipped from one another’s steadily Like we were holding them together in prayer for as long as we could She and I used to see who could pray the longest Wondered if we could chat God’s ear off We wondered if he’d send a tattooed angel with soft hands and a kind face We were just two children who made turkeys with our stubby fingers Just two teenagers who texted more than we talked Just two fools who didn’t know our hands weren’t clasped, anymore
And I wondered if we’d ever see one another again If we’d ever hold hands on the swings again If we’d ever weave flower crowns out of dandelions and wishes again I wondered I wondered I wondered My hands calloused Her hands softened We were slipping But it was a slow race to the end Her hand was too soft to hold onto mine at the edge of the cliff This friendship was slipping, dew drop by dew drop Finger letting go from finger We didn’t want to admit it But we were miles away from where we’d first started and the road wasn’t getting any shorter I was just too heavy Maybe neither of us were strong enough But eventually one of us slipped The other didn’t hear the scream Because I was a thousand miles away Not even the echoes reached Tennessee My hands were covered in the blood of a lost friend She wasn’t dead I could reach her through phone Through text Through Email, too But none of it was as it was before Replies came slow Life got dimmer And eventually, we let go of childhood And maybe we held onto what was for too long But it was nice, to hold onto something familiar Because what do you even do when you’re slipping? Do you cry out for a savior even though they’re miles away? Or do you let yourself fall Maybe someone new will catch you at the bottom But the truth is you never know So you hold the hand that’s been there the longest Even if it hurts to keep your fingers from slipping Even if your hand bleeds Because who the hell wants something unknown when something you know is right in front of you? Just an outstretched hand away from tomorrow © 2022 GabrielFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on October 23, 2022 Last Updated on October 23, 2022 Tags: #poem, #writing, #author, #friendship, #loss, #somethingnew, #hands AuthorGabrielAboutI write with a lot of themes of love, corruption, power, you name it I probably write about it. more..Writing
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