Cindy Nwajei


In The Palm Of My Hand - Poem by Cindy Nwajei

In the palm of my hand,
I hold a future,
A future waiting to unfold.
In the palm of my hand,
I hold a dream,
A dream that cannot be deferred.
In the palm of my hand,
I hold a life,
A life waiting to happen.
In the palm of my hand,
I hold myself,
Myself that will not be broken.


Comments about In The Palm Of My Hand by Cindy Nwajei

  • Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello (4/6/2008 2:30:00 PM)


    'Myself that will not be broken'. It's very fine to think about this integrity of identity. It seems our only property which can't be broken. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/6/2008 12:02:00 PM)


    it was really good, i loved every word of it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 6, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, October 23, 2009


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