HANDS

I found myself into a dark tunnel.
Afraid I held out my hand
Hoping another one would take mine.
There was no one to walk me through darkness.
I held my own hand and kept walking.
In the middle of the way
Another hand slapped me
I tripped over and fell.
Once again I put my hand up,
Waiting for that one hand to lift me up.
That one waved goodbye and mocked.
I was about to put my hand down
When another one came and grabbed it.
My cry was heard and the hand cared.
I stood and saw the light.
We walked towards the moon.
There were more hands around then.