Dear Two Arms

Dear Two Arms,

There was a time when you were wildly expressive--creating music and helping those who had fallen. Now, you're desiring other's attention coming to the party empty handed. You pulled in people who had no right to be in your embrace; and, the only time you ever held me was at night. I was sadden by the treasures you had broken. Often, I wondered why arms so young were not that strong. As I got older, you never grew out of your clumsiness, leaving a trail of scars and bruises. You stuffed me with pills when my mouth knew no better. You steered me into accidents never listening to my pleas. You turned my hands against me. For, it was when I saw blood, I realized you were conserving more energy to destroy me than to propel me. Today, I want us to create a compromise. I value the power you hold--I know how burdensome it can be (believe me--I feel everything). As I am writing you this letter, I want you know, I could never get to the keyboard without you.

Forever Sincere,

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