knotted handkerchief abused
by tense hands and twining fingers
the clutch of something
that makes hands unable
to steady, relax, lay still.
The fabric reveals a thought
of all that could be broken
bears the brunt of words unspoken
and worries that slither deftly
underneath a guarded hope
as it gives voice to fear
forbidden, and pushed away.
The hands reveal a thinking
circling the mind like pecking birds
as one thought repeats and is forced westward
“something bad will happen, something bad will happen”
One slender thought holds sanity
“It will be alright, it has to be, have faith, believe in love”
Pray and wait..pray and wait..
no matter the outcome
the hands have released the feeling
as a handkerchief bears witness
to life being lived.