Kelly Zion

(11/27/1994)

Tiny Hands


Tiny hands reaching up
believing with all her little heart.
No one holds her, no one knows
no one sees the loneliness
in those tiny hands.

Take her time, open her eyes
close yours more as she dies
no one tame her, bring her back
put another razor
in those tiny hands

My hands are grown now
way too big for these delicate wrists
I slice them and lean into this;

you'll never have to hold me now
you'll never have to show me how
man of man who brought me down
clean the blood off these tiles
and take back these tiny hands


Tiny hands reaching up
believing with all her broken heart.
No one holds her, no one knows
no one sees the loneliness
in those tiny hands


you'll never have to hold me now
you'll never have to show me how
man of man who brought me down
clean the blood off these tiles
and take back these tiny hands

that were never meant to be yours
and never meant to be mine
and never meant to be held.

Submitted: Thursday, May 22, 2014

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  • Monk E. Biz (5/27/2014 10:16:00 PM)

    Tiny hands, tiny hands
    do something real grand!
    You are alive, time to thrive! !
    Show the world
    that a winner survived! ! ! ! ! !

    Tiny hands or not,
    you've got a lot! ! ! (Report) Reply

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