Held

By Lydia Royce

Held

Feeling empty

Nothing to cling to

No thought , no dreams, no desire

Yet I know

That you hold

My soul

In the palms of your hand

Shadows cross

Across my mind

Making me feel

Helpless and lost

Yet I know

That you hold

My soul

In the palms of your hand.

So I give my hands

Into your hands

Knowing that I am

All yours

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