a well of life

Dear hands,

drained of colour you cling to fear.

The thought of freedom’s sweet release

scarier than the tear.

 

Perhaps the time has come

to break these treasured chains,

and open like a flower

waiting for the rain.

 

To reach for the great beyond

and draw its visions clear.

Let words of life pool in your palms,

quench thirsts far and near.

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