Poem -
HELPING HANDS
Sometimes we have no say
The darkness decides
Grabs us unwitting unwilling
Takes us anyway
Places us on beds of nails
​​​​​Straps us down
Ignores us
Though we scream and wail
Spins us till we know nothing
Anymore
Drops us stunned
On the lonely floor
Already downÂ
We can't get up
We flail about
With limbs of mud
But sometimes sometimes
Luck holds sway
In the darkest hours of the
Darkest days
And a hand appearsÂ
To aid our plight
To raise us up
And see us right
To chase away
The fearsome night
And send the demons
Into frenzied flight
Oh...to have such a hand...
Marion Price (2019)
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