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by Richard Vince

This is all I have.
This, here, in my hand.

I cannot help you to atone
For all the sins that
Exist in crystal clear
Pictures in your mind.

I cannot help you to see
What you believe your eyes
Have hidden from you
For all these years.

I cannot bring clarity to
The mumbled, confused words
You hear every day but
Have never understood.

I cannot prise open your
Fingers so that your grip
On all the fears and thoughts
Of the wrongs you believe you
Have done is released.

I cannot cleanse your memory
By washing away the poisons
You have been given.

All I can do is give you
This, here, in my hand.
This is all I have.
This mirror in which you
Will see yourself, if you open
Your eyes and believe.

04/07/2005

Posted on 04/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/08/05 at 03:47 AM

"I cannot prise open your/Fingers so that your grip/On all the fears and thoughts/Of the wrongs you believe you/Have done is released." WOW! I love this line. Excellent work Richard. I've put it on my favorites list.
~Chelle~

Posted by Anita Mac on 04/11/05 at 05:57 PM

Wow, this is kind of different for you. I really like it though, a nice sentiment, and definitely well written.

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