Another's Hands Poem by Cheryl Spillman

Another's Hands

Rating: 5.0


Not my husband's hands
Not my doctor's hands
Not my nurse's hands
Not the hands of a dear friend

They are the hands of a stranger
Someone not known to me
I am vulnerable
Naked and wet

In the shower
No where to hide
No way to cover up
She is watching

Making sure I don't fall
She washes where I can't
I am vulnerable
Naked and wet

Tonight the monsters
Will come out
Follow me about
Until I try to sleep

They sleep with me
On the bed
In my head
In my soul

Monday, May 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a poem I wrote after I needed to move into an assisted living facility. I had been raped and disabled by the monster who did that to me. These are the feelings I have in needing help with just a basic daily thing like taking a shower.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bill Cantrell 24 May 2016

An absolutely stunning poem expressing the emotions that speak from an innocent victim, may monsters such as these find their end in the same horror that they dispersed. Cheryl, what a poem you have written here, so very revealing of hurt emotions, just outstanding! !

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Dr Antony Theodore 23 May 2016

They sleep with me On the bed In my head In my soul......strange feelings and visions that haunt us....... very nice poem...... full of expression and feelings and bringing the need of the moment to the fore...... tha nkyou very much dear poetess. tony god bless you.

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