HandsA Poem by DaphneeMy hands have a story of their own to tell
These hands use to expertly dribble a basketball,
Now they write inconsolable poems. These hands use to enthusiastically give high fives, Now they wipe away distraught tears. These hands used to be barren and clean, Now they hold scars and unspoken terrors. These hands use to wave at anyone in sight, Now they are used to push everyone away. These hands use to color and create amazing things, Now they are broken and given up hope © 2017 DaphneeReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 5, 2017 Last Updated on April 5, 2017 AuthorDaphneeILAboutHi! I am 20 and absolutely obsessed with reading and writing. Some of my favorite authors are Jane Austen, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Edgar Allan Poe, and Stephen King. I am open to critic.. more..Writing
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