Hand of a Stranger

I may smile at you

But it stops there

I don’t have much

To give you

Some words

Nothing much at all

 

There are spaces between

The cracks in this shell

If you look through

They are warm and pleading

For a hand to grasp

To pull me from this place

 

I don’t ask for salvation

For it is mine to find

But if you have more to offer

Than a moment

I may accept your hand

With the intent

To do you no harm

 

For there are things to be broken

And together

We can destroy this place

Build something

New

From this

 

But if not

Then offer, perhaps

Just a smile in return

And we will pass by

As strangers

The way it has always been

119 thoughts on “Hand of a Stranger

  1. We underestimate
    The value of gestures
    A nod of the head
    Or a smile
    Can avert disaster
    Can make a day
    Can bring understanding
    Without ever understanding
    Why

    A stranger
    Becomes a friend
    Becomes an ally
    Becomes a fellow human being
    Not a word spoken
    Not a thought expressed
    Only an inner realization
    That we are all the same
    That we are all lonely
    Yet never alone

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  2. This is one of the best things I’ve read in a while, it invokes so many different thoughts out of me and I love it when writing takes me to another place. Great work! Thanks for sharing.

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      1. I wish I wish I wish all your squeezingly nautical and intensely feminine dreams to come boundingly true.
        You know – I need a muse for a book that celebrates purplish prose – care to apply?
        (but perhaps I overstep myself)

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  3. Don’t you dare say thank you very much after this comment!

    This piece was the poetry that my deepest self would express if it had a voice. You have a talent…so much fucking talent.

    I adore this stanza:

    “There are spaces between

    The cracks in this shell

    If you look through

    They are warm and pleading

    For a hand to grasp

    To pull me from this place…”

    I felt it. I feel that profound need to be understood but not judged, to be saved while i save myself.

    Gorgeous, E.

    Don’t say thank you… don’t do it!!!

    Just say…something you truly mean or a smiley face. πŸ˜‰

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    1. Well if I say thank you, that is something I truly mean. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t say it.

      It means a lot to me that this piece resonates with you. I get what I get from writing, and that is fine, but to see someone else be able to relate or simply understand where I am coming from is quite the gift. So thank you for that.

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      1. Aww….E… You like me! Ha ha!(read in the voice of Nelson from the Simpsons πŸ˜‚)
        And not in the default- politeness way…don’t worry I won’t tell anyone πŸ˜‰

        You’re so welcome. I love your writing. You are a poet and a lyricist and that is a gorgeous thing to be a part of, to understand and to empathise with.

        Well, I have lots to read on your blog, so expect more non small talk style comments and heartfelt peals of resonance.

        😘

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  4. Strangers meeting where poetry resides, neither blessed with much to offer but a voice made up of their own deeply romantic words. I would take the hand without a second thought if only to hear the words my heart craves so and breathe my own into their beating heart. Beautiful work, truly inspiring.

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