Hands Poem by Marie annette

These hands
they weren’t made to kill
they were made to heal
these hand weren’t meant to break a mans bones
they were meant to caress a child’s hand
these hands aren’t meant to stop life
they are meant to bring life
these hands
these hands used for so many wrong things
These hands instead of bringing right
they bring wrong
what happened to the hands that brought happiness
what happened to the hands that once could hold a sleeping child
These hands are covered in the scars of terror
These hands that have been broken and bruised
these hands could change
these hands could once again bring beauty
these hands could love again
I could love again
The pain I bring is too much
the pain that I throw at others
the pain that I hold
The pain that was brought to me
through a broken heart
a broken heart that was caused by a man
A man and a gun
A man who wanted something from me
And a man who got what he wanted
He took the one and only thing that brought me love
the one and only person who could love me
and who I could love back
these hands that have been held
and have held
these hands that tried to hold on
these hands that got revenge
and have been used for terror ever since
these hands could once again be held
could hold
These hands could change
these hands
my hands
they could change for good and for the better
these hands
that have been used for wrong could be used once again for good