Whose Hands?

I always wonder where it went wrong
turning back the hands of time
over and over and over again
in order to unravel the mystery
of what led to the eventuality
of the relationship’s destruction

Many times I can see my hand
holding in its grip the very means
to crush the very life out
of a relationship that could have been
Beautiful. Blessed. Loving.
Yet in fear I grind it down.

Only now I cannot see my hand
beyond the grasping it does
to hold on to intangible dying breath
as the Love I thought permanent
appears no more tangible to her
than the clouds fading from the sky

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About ninefolddragon

I am a self-proclaimed writer, spiritualist, and warrior. My primary writings are poetry and essays that evoke elemental visualization and are written in honor of the sacred feminine.
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