Harsh Hands

“Harsh Hands”

Please be patient with me
I am not afraid of you
I’m frightened of hands
Of clenched fists in the night
Hands that grab and rip and tear until I am broken down
People that take all they can carry in rough, calloused hands
Yet still demand more of me

Your hands are always so soft, so gentle
And I think that scares me worse
When I know that gentle hands can turn harsh
And harsh hands hurt