Gentle Guidance

June 18, 2016
By SierraKim SILVER, Olympia, Washington
SierraKim SILVER, Olympia, Washington
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He holds my hand, so delicately.
It feels clammy.
Warmth, vibrating from every pore.
Almost like fire.

Right beside the fireplace.
You're so kind.
You whisper painful truths
But I know it's for my own good.

You're different then him.
I don't feel afraid.
Yet, your name brings fear.
I just don't understand.

When his hand holds me.
It feels forced, painful.
Yet you, hold my hand so gently.
Mr. Satan...

How are you the bad guy?

The author's comments:

A song inspired me to write this poem. I usually take inpirations from many things people do or say.

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