Through Different Hands Poem by Joshua Legister
Through Different Hands
We cradle dreams, we build, we break, we heal,
In labor, love, and loss, calloused hands reveal.
Life lines drawn in the palm of my hand,
Scars from touches too plain to understand.
Hands that mend, yet leave their marks on the heart,
Building and destroying with every part.
The same hand that nurtures, can tear apart,
Tactile power woven into each scarred start.
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