Ma’am
Sir ,
Yes you did;
You
With those hands
Broke me!
With those hands
U
Turned my smile
Into a broken pose
U
Turned my heart
Into burning coals
U
Turned my memories
Into a broken record
U
Turned my home
Into a lost memory.
Ma’am
Sir,
Your hands
Made me fight
Your hands
Made me run
Your hands
Made me sweat
Your hands
Made me cold
Your hands
Made me stale
Your hands
Made me learn
Of a broken world!
Susan McMillan
Rhythm In Life 
brutally sad and poignant ❤
Words of a Once open wound. Thank you my friend 🙏
Very sad and deep words penned
Thank you my dear 💝
Welcome friend
Amazing how hands that are meant to care can cause such damage.
Just like the toungue through our words can be damaging, I find the hands capable of harm as well.
Wow this was powerful! well done you are so talented! xo
Thank you very much 🙏
That is a sad poem and I hate to think of all the people this is happening to right now. It’s a good reminder to be kind and courteous to everyone we meet.
Thank you for stopping by my book review blog yesterday!
Thank you Maria. My thoughts always go back to vulnerable children at the hands of people that can harm them. It happens, it’s happening even as life continues and no one acknowledges.
Powerful words.
Thank you Elaine 🙏
Ring the bells bold and strong
Let all the broken add their song
Inside the perfect shells is dim
It’s through the cracks, the light comes in. . .
Thank you very much 🌹
powerful and hard words.
Thank you sis. God is sovereign though 💝
ouch
❤
Powerful poem.
Thank you Jason.
Turned my memories
Into a broken record…. that steals the night.
beautifully written.
Thank you ma’am🙏