In Your Hands
IN YOUR HANDS
Collaboration poem by Jason Williams and Darren White
You say it will cleanse
Not my sins, I am not religious
My only religion is you
In your hands I am clean
In your hands the water will
Calm my weary head, you will
cut my hair, make me new
In your hands I am more
Your touch is a balm to me
It's cool cosset, a blanket
Protecting me from the past
Allowing me to grow strong again
In your hands I place my trust
I am yours to mold and shape
Sever the old and muddled
Making room for new growth
Water will wane your wounds
Will softly caress your pain
Will even out the folds and creases
In your brow, I float you gently
Oh how I shine so bright now
A new found confidence upon me
I am cleansed, my wounds healed
In your hands I am renewed
Copyright © Boo X2 | Year Posted 2016
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