The Hands That Hold Me Scorn Poem by Sarah Sisson

The hands that hold me also scorn.
And from him I find myself torn....

...away from him I think ill fill
my time with pain, I have no will...

...to decide what is best for us.
I have taken steps toward my trust

for him but sometimes I think that
all the growth we have done attacks

the the very fiber of our life.
I feel it is the roll of dice...

...when I get hurt I bury so
the opportunity to grow.

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