Take my Hand

Drenched with ink and drilled with holes, my journey can aid shattered souls. Shaven sides and ego in check, my story can fix the worst of wrecks. Blistered hands and aching feet, my fight has been quite something to beat.

Make me your claws when your fingers are numb. Allow me to share the road I’ve crawled from. From weak to strong, from right to wrong, my words will pour like a methodical song.

When things seem rough, you’ve had enough, remind yourself you’ve gotta be tough. From rags and bugs, to bags of drugs, I’ve had to learn the meaning of love.

Take my hand, I’ll help you stand, we’ll fix the time that ran outta sand. I wish you would, I know you could, do it for you the way that you should.

Published by notapeepbutlotsofpaper

A silent voice with lots to say. I speak with pens to stay away.

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