May 6, 2012
By Micaela Arias BRONZE, Riverside, California
Micaela Arias BRONZE, Riverside, California
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Hands…they have been there
since you became you.
They have been there
to catch your tears
and dry them.

Caring, helpful, strong,
what story do yours tell?
Do they reach out
to a soul
in need?

Do they tell a story at all?
If not,
let them.
Let them…
Look at your hands and think.

Do they express anything?
Love, hatred, happy times?
There must be something.
Discover it, remember it, embrace it.

The author's comments:
I actually wrote this for when I was doing a choice piece for one of my other classes at school. I love to write poetry, because it calms me down and it's a great way to relieve stress. :)
If and when someone reads this, I would want them to really think about this poem's meaning. DO your hands make you think of something/someone special?

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