Showing posts from May, 2009


My shoulder bears nothing,
but it feels so heavy.

My hand is free,
but it is confined.

A pillow on my head,
but feels hard as a rock.

My blanket all over me,
but warmth I didn't feel.

My heart is filled with joy,
but there's a spot vacant.

This Hand

This hand,
has the power,
and the will,
to choose.

This hand,
encounters endlessly,
good and evil.

This hand,
realizes it,
To do both is a pretense,
To do one is a blessing,
To do the other is a curse.


This hand,
often wipes the eyes,
that shed an ocean of tears,
from a collection of choices
wrongly made.