I take your hand without thinking.
You pull away because of what’s happening.
A moment later you come back.
I feel you relax and accept I want nothing.
It’s not a time for cowards.
It’s not a time for walls.
I take your hand and I feel all that inside you.
We don’t hide when we let go.
The words are there but they run away.
I ask my hand to tell you.
I take your hand and feel brave.
Somehow a way will be shown I’m sure.
I know one day it won’t be easy.
But for now I trust we will hold.
About the Creator
Francis Litzinger
Mr. Francis enjoys well-crafted cocktails, foreign films in black and white and mariachi music turned up very loud! His short stories make his parents cringe, and he's okay with that. He hopes to grow up one day, but not yet.
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