Hands Are Meant To Be Held

Take my hand,

Hold my hand,

As I prepare

To stand and walk

Into the void,

Into the wind,

Where the journey

Can be exhausting

And lead to discomfort and unease,

But with your hand

Supporting me,

I shall endure,

I shall survive

To live my life

And thrive.

Only hope in joy from the Diva,

Anne

Please read my thoughts carefully again! With hugs and joy, Anne