Hands

you met me in a place where the

gates were barely open and nobody

was ever welcome.

a year ago, you had me whole

in the palm of your hands.

there i was beating,

all solid and determined and hope-

driven–all because you made

me. a year later, although in many

pieces, you still had me in the

palm of your hands. there i was still

beating, no longer all solid, yes–

i was invisible like gas,

untamable like liquid, but i was okay,

because i still mattered.

now i’ve lost track of the ago’s and

the later’s, but you still have

me in the palm of your hands.

here i am beating, still for you and

you alone.

i crumble almost every minute,

but i am okay. although broken, i feel

whole because i love you this

much. and although you met me in a

place where the gates were barely

open and nobody was ever welcome,

i was brave, because i was

in your hands, and i’ve never felt

that safe before.