My Hands
We all have demons,
No one is safe.
It’s how you let them treat you,
And what you let them take.
I was robbed of the connection.
The most crucial one,
That connects my heart and mind,
To the words from my tongue.
All though it is crippling,
And I’m impossible to read.
I found a way around it,
The path I desperately need.
The thoughts in my mind,
And the feelings in my heart,
Are expressed through my hands,
In my poems and art.
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