Palms Up. Poetry.

Your hands

My hands

Are doors

door ways

entrances and exits

We each control them as to what they can allow us to do

no one else

Palms up, we consider

Palms out, we block

Palms reaching, we welcome

Palms closed, we destroy

Whose are yours

Whose are mine

Really …

Before you answer

Palms up.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s