Two small hands and ten small fingers

Two small hands and ten small fingers
turn the pages of a book
protect her from his evil look

Two small hands and ten small fingers
build a castle in the sand
push away his unwanted hand

Two small hands and ten small fingers
climb the tallest tree she sees
grasp the sheets beneath and freeze

Two small hands and ten small fingers
catching butterflies in her field
count the blocks to escape his wrath

Two small hands and ten small fingers
pressed together in a prayer
twist and pull at strands of hair

 

Two small hands and ten small fingers
roll out play dough, bounce a ball
feel the texture of the wall

Two small hands and ten small fingers
picking flowers in her field on a summer’s day
wash the icky smells away

Two small hands and ten small fingers
cannot stop the thing she fears
can only wipe away the tears

cover face in shame... hush her voice in pain

Two small hand and ten small fingers
cover her face in shame
as she peeks trough the small fingers
searching for safety.

Two small hands and ten small fingers
tap the cold floor beneath
hush her voice in pain

 

Two small hands and ten small fingers
try and touch heavens hand
searching for protection hear on land

I wanna hold your hand

Thank you...

Two small hands
and ten small fingers
find the safety
from one warm hand
and five safe fingers
to take her hand
and pull her through
to keep her safe from that man
as each awful memory is shared of… Two small hands and ten small fingers…

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5 responses to “Two small hands and ten small fingers

  1. You are an amazing writer. You have such a special and unique way of expressing yourself.

  2. The reducing of expression to small hands and small fingers captures the frailty of the child and the overwhelming circumstance she is facing and how ill-prepared her mind, body and soul are in struggling with all the events that are violating what childhood is suppose to be about. I can feel the hopelessness of this. I would like to invite you by 1markt.wordpress.com to read a work that I wrote yesterday titled “She’s eight years old”. The experience is again about facing enormous struggle at a young age. I hope you will relate to it.

  3. Your heart and words are profound …angels inspire us …angels are a catalyst; they heal and help us love …your words inspire all who visit. Thank you.

  4. Wow. I’ve always thought of memories that echo back to us like a voice shouting in a cave. Where some are loud others are soft. Unfortunately the negative ones are generally the louder octaves. I suppose the true question is how do you muffle the louder negative memories?

    Some choose faith, some choose chaos, some choose to write. That being said, you’re writing depicts a struggle that many people share – thank you for sharing yours.

    Miki

To all that let me know your thoughts... I appreciate each one. Thank you for reading all my Untitledmoments. ~L

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