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	*Hold your Hand*
	Hold your hand: I sit here, facing you. Clutching your hands in mine Staring into your eyes Thinking deep, wondering what to say I whisper softly in your ear I want my words to have meaning. To express how I feel. But I wish I didn’t have to. I want to hold your hands, For a different reason. I want to hold them in friendship Or even love I long to look into your smiling eyes With a joyful heart And whisper songs of happiness Speaking words of peace And peaceful meadows Under clear blue skies That time may come, But it is not now. For now the sky is dark and stormy The meadow is ablaze Burning crimson, writhing like a dragon Against an ebony horizon I wish with all my strength That I were holding your hands For a different reason. For now, I hold your hands To stop the blood. I grip your wrists Holding my t-shit against them As its white fabric turns scarlet. Gently, I pull the scissors From your shaking fingers Later I will destroy them. I look deep into your tearful Tired and bloodshot eyes. I see the pain you hold inside Begging for release This is the only way you know. I wish you would choose a better way Old scars are covered by the new A testament to a life of pain And unnecessary torment. Softly I whisper “Honey, you don’t have to worry We’ll survive Don’t hold it all inside… Talk to me, anyone. Release in speech and friendship Not in cuts and blood. It works. Yes I love you, and God loves you. Nothing you do or say will ever change that. Hold onto life, Hold on to hope. Hold onto God, and all he promises. And whenever the need arises Hold on to me. For no the sky is dark. For now the meadows burn For now I want to hold your hand… …for a different reason. *this poem is born out of several experiences I have had with some of my friends. I hope It will remind people that there is alway hope.*
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