Those Hands Poem by Dan Medina

What power is there in your hands?
Can you discover those gifts?
For some will write words without meaning, betraying the power birthed into their hands.
Yet, some will discover these profound depths,
embracing the syntax of delicate diction and emotions conveyed through the simplest arrangement.
It is this bare complexity which inspires this awe and madness to seek truth and delve into thoughts and minds,
sifting through this battlefield as if it were logical. As if it were subjective.
Yet, to what avail? Can one find the true meaning?
But it is this gift, with-or without reason, that pushes forward to conceive hope, to disown darkness, to give flight to dreams.
Because a soul with one pen, one slate, one heart- made it so.