She took my hand and showed me his face, she took my hand and showed me his joy, she took my hand and showed me healing, she took my hand and showed me what love is, she took my hand and cut it off, she took my hand and bury it under her pain, she took my hand and left it in the dump, she took awhile but came back, and picked up what was left, a hand that stood strong, a hand that over came rejection over and over from the one person who took my hand and lead me to truth, only to take my hand and start all over again....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem