My Hands

my hands are a blanket
to cover the ones I love
my hands are a teacher
to guide my children
my hands are a lifeguard
to pull from danger to safety
my hands are a balm
to soothe another’s pain

my hands are a storm
to pull apart and destroy
my hands are a garbage can
to throw away another’s dream
my hands are a blindfold
to conceal the truth
my hands are a weapon
to strike out in anger

my hands are a contradiction

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NaBloPoMo Day 18